Musings of a Water Nymph

We are Dirtbag Paddlers In River we trust Whether bouncing on Odeck Or riding Center Chute's thrust. Always we’re wearing  A ...

The gray dreariness of a long rainy day Is where I find my Life’s Namaste. As I approach the River, my Totem Heron awaits And says, “Look ar...

The gray dreariness of a long rainy day Is o’ercome with anticipation of a new wave in play. As I walk down the halls, past the patients in ...

I come to the river in secret  When the moon is full. That seductive sorceress calls me As the sacrificial bull. When I approach t...