I Had a Brother
A Poem by Ken Adams and a Reflection by Suzanne Stormon. I don’t know anyone else like Ken, the way he brings the past of his family into his art and his writing. The absolute way he is a carrier … Continue reading I Had a Brother
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Life on Buffalo Mountain
An Online Series By Mark Stormon From a miner with the soul of a poet, here’s a story about what it’s like to be a wildcat hard rock miner on a perfect Nevada day. Episode 2 – Sensuality and the … Continue reading Life on Buffalo Mountain
Two Went to War
In this piece, Ken Adams has written about war, the first WWI fatality from Reno, and his own experience in Laos and Vietnam. I have posted his introduction and background to the poem here and a link to the poem itself. … Continue reading Two Went to War
A Three-Hour Drive Brings Love
David Kotzebue-Gandia, this week’s Nevada Narratives’ poet, tells the story of a semi-long distance relationship. Luckily, Bonnie is only a three-hour drive from her love. And what a beautiful three-hour drive it is. A 3-HOUR DRIVE by David Kotzebue-Gandia When … Continue reading A Three-Hour Drive Brings Love
Nevada Narratives Poetry Contest Winner
We had quite a few wonderful submissions to the Nevada Narratives “Where I’m From” poetry contest. I will be posting all of them in the weeks to come. But first, the winner. Sometimes a short visit to a place where … Continue reading Nevada Narratives Poetry Contest Winner
GAMBLING DECOYS: SHILLS, PROPOSITION PLAYERS
By Doresa Banning 1947-1979 “Neat appearing girls from 21 to 25 to shill and learn to deal games at Rolo Casino, 14 E. Commercial Row,” read a Help Wanted ad in Nevada’s Reno Evening Gazette (June 6, 1947). A shill, as later defined by the Nevada gaming authorities, is: “an employee engaged and financed by the [gambling] licensee as a player for the purpose of starting and/or maintaining a sufficient number of players in a card game” (Regulation 23). Another type of decoy is a proposition player — “a person paid a fixed sum by the licensee for the … Continue reading GAMBLING DECOYS: SHILLS, PROPOSITION PLAYERS
A Poet’s Impression of Reno
Poetry by James Dilworth Newlands Park by James Dilworth Another Saturday — A day before Summer comes in: Some singing birds above brown finches and red robins in old, spiky, evergreen trees, a couple crows commenting … Continue reading A Poet’s Impression of Reno
I Have Known Many Winds
by MaiLynn Stormon-Trinh MaiLynn wrote about her experience with the many winds she’s known after visiting Burning Man in the Black Rock Desert in Nevada. I’m pleased to be able to share this post from her blog with you. I have known many winds. I have known the Santa Anas – the eerie stillness that precedes them, the way they arrive and warp the human psyche to bring about unrest at best, violence at worst. I have known the hot sticky air that blasts through the Southern Californian concrete like a devil blowing his horn. The blonde, blue-eyed beauties seek … Continue reading I Have Known Many Winds
Dayton, Nevada Home Of Footraces, Snowshoe Rescues And Ghostly Encounters
By Ken Adams The cemetery in Dayton, Nevada is the center of the universe for my family. Dayton and its cemetery is the place our collective identity began. My mother was born in Dayton, her mother was born there and her grandmother came as a small child. She came with her father, mother, brothers and sisters in 1867. Her mother and baby sister both died soon after; the mother and daughter were buried in the cemetery overlooking the town and the valley. Six generations of my family are buried in that primitive, pioneer graveyard. My great-grandmother, grandmother, and mother lived … Continue reading Dayton, Nevada Home Of Footraces, Snowshoe Rescues And Ghostly Encounters
A Virginia City Wedding
by Jeanne Marie Olin As I walked down the aisle of Saint Mary’s in the Mountains on August 19, 1972, I carried a white bible with a single white orchid. I felt a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. My dad was proudly walking next to me. I felt we were a unit as Nevada, the local organ player Jim and I had hired for $50, was playing the wedding music. Pat, my maid of honor, was walking in front of me. Her hands were really shaking. I saw Jim standing in front of the beautiful altar with his best man, … Continue reading A Virginia City Wedding