I am genetically predisposed to leaving the ground in ways that are not always advisable.
My first recollection of the pursuit of “getting air” (as it was called in the late ’60s and early ’70s, a term which has been replaced with other descriptors, including the current “hucking,” “going big,” and “amplitude”), takes me back to Steamboat Springs, Colorado, circa 1968....

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[appeared in River Teeth, Fall 2006, Nominated for a 2006 Pushcart Prize.]

Winter had a grip on the valley. Ice cocoons encased the willow branches...[click here for pdf]

[appeared in the Summer 2007 Issue of High Desert Journal, Nominated for a 2009 Pushcart Prize.]