Edwin Woolsey

Remembrance – I Am The Land Lying ‘Twixt the Hills by Edwin Woolsey

Remembrance — I Am The Land Lying ‘Twixt the Hills by Edwin Woolsey A fond farewell to dear acquaintance, too soon dismissed… Like countless white clouds brushing the unblemished face of an azure sky, Momentarily casting darker shades indiscriminately on sun-dappled slopes. While far above, the red-tailed hawk reverently circles in contemplation… Of the land…

writers and artists night

#SOTO Writers & Artists Night

Writers & Artists Night We celebrate original writing and artwork throughout the evening with readings, art presentations, awards and music. And for anyone who thinks art events are quiet, stuffy things where you have to dress up and be quiet… well, you haven’t been to a SOTO Night. We know how to have fun. We…

Big Oak Tom Koob

Big Oak

by Tom Koob The big oak tree had lived for years, easily over a hundred years. The tree grew well in an agreeable spot. The trunk was over three feet across; its black bark wrinkled and gnarled with lumpy burls, evidence of broken limbs and injuries. The oak had one very thick limb jutting straight…