by Paul Stokstad | Feb 22, 2018 | Pickleball
I sent out an all-points bulletin this AM hoping for a game. The fact that I announced it 5 minutes before the start time could be a factor in why when I got to the court I was completely alone. More notice next time. Even so, after a five minute lesson in how not to...
by Paul Stokstad | Feb 17, 2018 | Future Humans, Personal, Poetry, Thoughts en Passant
It may seem surprising but when I got this house I didn’t know it was right next to the Grand Canyon I got here at night, after long travel in other states and other stories and this was to be my last stop It was only some years later that I learned that this...
by Paul Stokstad | Feb 1, 2018 | archives, essay, Literary
I looked up a word in the dictionary the other day. Sorry I can’t recall which word. There’s only one word that I keep misspelling that I know of: marriage. For some reason I can’t seem to get that one right. The irony of that inadequacy is not lost...
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