I think of Harry, the loneliest person I know,
who spends solitary winter days in his single wide. In summers he drives over the Sierras to sit in silence for two weeks with a group of American Buddhists. When I ask if he makes friends, stays in touch, he looks at me and lectures about non-attachment, says no, at least he doesn’t pretend to be connected. |
AuthorNancy Harris McLelland taught creative writing, composition, and literature for over twenty years and Conducted writing workshops for the Western Folklife Center, Great Basin College , and the Great Basin Writing Project . An Elko County native with a background in ranching. McLelland has presented her "Poems from Tuscarora" Both at daytime and evening events at the Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko. Her essay, "Border Lands: Cowboy Poetry and the Literary Canon" is in the anthology Cowboy Poetry Matters . Categories |