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Travis and Joan

Writing and Doing

This site is about our writing, mostly, but also we offer a little cooking, dining out, some drinking, food and travel tips  and some just messing around. Trav was a farmkid, boat captain and poet.  His talented and lovely partner Joan is a resturant reviewer, food writer, cookbook author, legal counsel, wine expert and much more.

There is one rule here which is a carryover from years at sea. Aboard this strange boat we don't talk about politics or religion. We our however, opinionated. 


We are learning every day. To write. To fail. Try again. Come along with us. 

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Wetlands

WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE   Ours was a flat farm, naturally boggy on the east end until we bulldozed some drainage ditches. Made the old...

These Boots are Made for Working

Whether you work on farms, in the trades or in something trade adjacent, one thing is certain-- you'll be spending a lot of your life in...

Boys and Deer

When geese fly overhead the sound is of departure. When deer emerge from thickets they wear coats of secrecy. For weeks the talk in...

Hot and Sweet

Spent a long weekend out of LA and in the Wine Country. Funny how in California we say "wine country" and mean Napa County area. In truth...

Full Wisconsin

for my siblings, very much on my mind........ FULL WISCONSIN My ride, daily, is not lonely. Four, five, six lanes going one way & when I...

"Stranded in the Paint Aisle"

poem published in BAR BAR: exactly the color of black raspberries, that purple-black-blood color amid the seeds. Not blackberries, I mean...

Korea

For awhile I lived on a remote island in Canada, north of Vancouver Island. It did not face the open Pacific but was where many storms...

Sudden Death Shakes

I am troubled by an accident which occurred in the harbor. I myself was not hurt, nor any of my co-workers or family. A young man died...

Driving at Night

Recently I have been going into work very early for some tug work. Most of the time I run the freeways across Los Angeles, like so many...

The Games Begin (again)

Not quite Cowboy Stadium or Arrowhead. This is a shot of the Coliseum, in Rome. Now that the NFL Playoffs are in full swing the...

Rain in the Night

eyes not open release the half-forgotten songs, the directions to places you don't wish to return to, the news of the day in Cleveland,...

Art vs AI

Lately more and more the topic of AI comes up among my friends. The ones in education reveal that they encounter computer generated...

Short Story: CHERRY COKES

https://www.saintpaulalmanac-themagazine.org/post/cherry-cokes The ST PAUL ALMANAC kindly published one of my short stories. The link is...

Growing Dark

Though the days remain warm, the nights grow longer every day. That's a fact, Time Change or not. This poem is one result: Dream Sought I...

Dab Dabble

Years ago my Sweetie gave me a paint set. I toyed with them during the pandemic, but jut once or twice. In a seemingly unrelated matter I...

Waiting For Fish

Squads of sea lions, bored and hungry, slide past cars of indifference, past a bridge built to withstand earthquakes. They await a run of...

Shooting Baskets with Mike

Imagine a basketball court set high up the flanks of a deserted island, surrounded by blue-cold seas. Make it an outdoor court, sheets of...

Visiting WWI

I don't know where it started or why, but I have long had a fascination with the First World War. I read the best historians--Alistair...

Open a Door

The old saying is that every journey begins with a single step. I wish to point out that, before you take that single step, there is a...

100-Word Story

SWEET SORROW “This,” Amy said, “is why I left you.” They sat in a booth, not side by side, but across. “Whattaya mean?” “I mean, Richard,...

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