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Author Archives: Doug Lewandowski
Evenings have turned cool of late with the occasional blast of hot air making it here from Texas less frequent. Open windows of late summer have given way to half-open portals in anticipation of more breezes from Manitoba. Stoking the … Continue reading
He strolls between the walls surrounding the quadrangle where the statue stands. Each step down the hall reverberates on the worn terrazzo floors. Sand crackles underneath his leather soles. Faces in old wooden frames. They laughed and danced – now … Continue reading
The laugh Frequently irreverent – no pretensions honored. That of value always taken seriously. The Mama bear – don’t mess with my boys.… The finest of women – the real deal. There is now a hole.
Worship comes early. Raven croak tolls through cedars along the river. A rose window of clouds skips through morning – shadow and light, shadow and light, and floats in the weave of wind in the tree tops. Spring, the river swift, … Continue reading
Spring renews. Trees bud, geese return, (a mixed blessing), and fiddlehead ferns surface from the debris of last year’s growth. Purple Martin scouts return and sunrises come earlier and earlier, marching a little further each day along the horizon. Historically, … Continue reading
Hear a little bit more about WOMAN RIVER on KAXE/KBXE Community Radio from the author, discussing things with host Maggie Montgomery at 8:10 AM Wednesday morning on June 10, 2015 at 89.9 Brainerd, 91.7 Grand Rapids, and 90.5 Bemidji or streamed … Continue reading
All I need is ten minutes,” the professional says. And they are right. They know how to do stuff – have done it dozens of times and know shortcuts. An amateur toolbox diver on the other hand, reaches for pliers, … Continue reading
WOMAN RIVER Launch Thursday May 14, 2015 5 to 7 PM Wild Hare Restaurant Across from the Beltrami County Courthouse See Woman River Page for a sample
Naps are a luxury, the forbidden fruit of the working woman or man. They aren’t as expensive as a Mercedes, as dangerous as freebase jumping, or habit forming as Chocolates Plus. They are not a necessity. You can grind through … Continue reading
When the day is cold and the snow is blue, the sun dogs dance, pirouetting above the horizon. They blaze in a fire beset sky. Wind races snow crystals across the lake.