I Am A Rock

I Am A Rock

I AM A ROCK — a late-night musing I get the question often: “How do you handle being alone for twelve hours?” They’re asking, of course, about my work as a security guard contracted out to FPS (Federal Protective Services.) Well, let me tell...
My Last Cattle Drive, poem by Kirby Jonas

My Last Cattle Drive, poem by Kirby Jonas

My Last Cattle Drive   I was going for a walk, one sunny day in June, And just behind the mountains must’ve lurked a big full moon. The reason I surmise that will show in the tale to follow— Which reveals my foolish actions, and makes my heart grow hollow. I was...