Opinion

Vote against Trump’s ‘corrupt influence’

In response to a recent letter about why “laws don’t apply to all equally?” I refer the letter writer to the recent trial for assault that former President Donald Trump did not attend. Trump...

Nuclear power for electricity

This letter is in support of the use of nuclear power to supply the increased need for electricity in coming years. As we all know, there are several ways to satisfy our coming need for addi...

Poem: My Magnolia

I still remember the smell, of her leaves upon the moist earth, churned from frozen ground, by seeds in search of spring. Is there anything more beautiful, more idyllic, more fragrant, than ...

Poem: At The Clinic

Isolated here in the city Is a refuge for those who ask Desperate young men sharing Tales of helpless insanity Where secrets are stuffed And spirits have withered away Smoking cigarettes in ...

‘A lot of traffic going nowhere’

The Mrs. and I went into town recently, and there was a lot of traffic going nowhere, a rich mix of drivers: locals, new locals, travelers, tourists and truckers. Traffic volume increased so...

Boebert’s wolf claims ‘flawed’

I am writing to express my concerns about Lauren Boebert’s guest column headlined, “Boebert: ‘Science is clear, gray wolf is fully recovered,“ in which Boebert defends her proposed Trust th...

Poem: Canoe Koan

to pack my canoe without you is to be blue even before the brown-green waters of the Gunnison as a poetry bandit I’m at a loss what rhymes with Gunnison? What rhymes with Dominguez? I can on...

Poem: Two Turns

There is so much anticipation when it comes to skiing powder. There is so much hope, dreams, remembrances of past times, perfect. The pure swo o o o sh shhh of skis displacing snow under you...

Poem: A Haiku

What does it all mean asked the rich man to his friend. Soft winds flutter leaves. Ed Lehner Durango ...

Poem: What a Wasted Society

I held my Grandma’s hand. We walked past an old man. I started to cry, he was missing an eye! We tossed a few coins in his pan. Sixty years have passed. Many questions I have asked. As I loo...

Poem: Home in the Mountains

The smell of the fresh rainy air when you go outside in the morning The bright warm sun glistening through the trees and onto your face The faint sound of the waves crashing by the river The...

Poem: Alleyways

Thoughts not spoken become Secrets weighing-in on our hearts I spoke Rendering my truth open Sharing a thought hidden deep inside Unknown to casual passers-by Burdens heavy or light Shaped t...
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