Tag Archives: J. P. Grasser

Of Roots, Rites, Ribs

The Orange Spotted Sunfish is one of the most vibrant freshwater fishes. It is most closely related to a rockfish, and is not a sunfish at all.   The Sea Rose (Orphium frutescens) will only expel its pollen for carpenter … Continue reading

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The Show Must Go On

My Dad hadn’t told me he was bringing his new girlfriend to the circus with us. I was twelve then. I stepped up into the cab of his truck and found a youngish woman sitting there, holding her knees in … Continue reading

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Way Up High in the Belfry

Anything past temporary was pure fiction, she knew, but it was a fiction she clung to, if not by necessity, by choice. Wyatt had been quite clear up front. She had to give him credit for that much, at least. … Continue reading

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