It’s Friday, and Kellie Elmore finally posted the prompt for this week’s Free Write Friday. She thought maybe we could write something using the following words: lazy – rain – perspective – glint – somber – trinket – static. I gave it a shot. Read the rest of this entry »
Posts Tagged death
Somehow Somber
May 3, 2013 at 1:25 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Mostly fiction, Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged dark clouds, death, glint, grief, lazy, perspective, rain, somber, static, trinket
I Was Young Then
April 27, 2013 at 9:57 am · Filed under Mostly true, Poems ·Tagged aging, death, exercise, walking
I wrote this yesterday while taking one of my frequent walks. Well, actually, I just thought it up while walking, and wrote it when I got home. The portrayed visit and watching the people actually took place when I was in my late thirties, and the image and thoughts it stirred in me have remained for all these years. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s Momma
February 9, 2013 at 6:50 pm · Filed under Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged death, dying, knowing it's coming, letting go, Momma, pain, sadness
They say there are only two sure things in life; death and taxes. Neither are any fun, but the former is the most painful, especially when one you love stands on the threshold and waits for the door to open. Letting go is never easy, but when the end is near for a loved one you’ve known your entire life–a parent–and you know it, there is no deeper cut. Read the rest of this entry »
A Box of Moon Pies
November 13, 2012 at 6:24 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Romance, Sometimes it just hurts, Stories ·Tagged A box of moonpies, author, Charles L. Mashburn, death, sadness, science fiction, She Sat Alone, writer
This is the short story I wrote in 1998 that inspired the poem, “She Sat Alone”. It’s rather long–almost 4000 words–so if you’re interested in reading it, I suggest printing it and curling up in your favorite chair, or maybe taking it to bed with you if you like to read in bed like I do. It’s a sad tale, and it’s loosely based on real life, and yet goes a little bit sci fi in a way. If you read it, I hope you enjoy it. Read the rest of this entry »
She Sat Alone
November 13, 2012 at 5:00 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Poems, Sometimes it just hurts ·Tagged A box of moonpies, author, Charles L. Mashburn, death, sadness, writer
So, you’re not in the mood for laughter today? Then pull up a chair, set a box of tissues on the table, and get ready to have your heart strangled and torn into tiny pieces, as you read this poem based on my short story, “A Box of Moonpies”. I’ve posted the story for those who might like to read it. Read the rest of this entry »
Another Night’s Dream
March 25, 2012 at 7:21 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Poems, Some truth to it ·Tagged author, —Copyright: James Rainsford, Charles L. Mashburn, death, dreams, http://dversepoets.com/2012/03/24/patterns-pictures-and-poems/, Used with Permission
This poem reflects on love lost, and the lonely, tormented mind it can leave in its wake. I am sharing it with dVerse Poets Pub’s Patterns, Pictures and Poems, hosted by Victoria C.Slotto. Photograph by James Rainsford. Read the rest of this entry »
Five: Death in the Spring
January 15, 2012 at 3:26 pm · Filed under Poems, Weird stuff ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, death, http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2012/01/poetry-picnic-week-22-spring-colors.html, life, story, werewolves, wolf and moon, wolves, writer
I posted a series of four poems this past October titled The Change, and when going through my poems this morning I found a forgotten fifth in the series. You can read the first four parts by clicking on the links at the bottom of this one, the tragic final chapter in the story of a being—sometimes man, sometimes wolf—and a love that could never be. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »
Another Night’s Dream
November 13, 2011 at 4:58 pm · Filed under Dark Side, Poems, Some truth to it ·Tagged author, Charles L. Mashburn, death, dreams, http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2011/11/poetry-picnic-week-13-childhood-dreams.html, loneliness, love, pain, sadness, writer
This poem speaks of love lost, and the lonely, tormented mind it can leave in its wake. It is my entry for The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 13. Read the rest of this entry »
Blood On The Moon ~ the story
September 4, 2011 at 9:48 pm · Filed under Mostly fiction, Stories, Weird stuff ·Tagged author, Blood on the moon, Charles L. Mashburn, death, dying, end of the world, end times, fear, God, Jesus, laughter, no water, sadness, story, why me, writer
This–Blood On The Moon–was the first story I wrote when I began to write in earnest. I actually scribbled the first part of it down on a legal tablet as Sherry, her friend, Summer, and I were on our way to Houston from Austin one Saturday. Read the rest of this entry »
A Man Among Men
August 28, 2011 at 8:15 am · Filed under Mostly true, Stories ·Tagged accidents, author, Be Still.... and know that I am God, Charles L. Mashburn, death, dying, good old days, logger, old man, writer
Now surely y’all don’t think this is a story about me! No, sir, this one is another quick note about my logging days, but I’m nowhere near the top of anyone’s list compared to the guy it’s about. It’s just a short short story, so take a look if you have time. I’m pretty sure Ol’ “Bing” would like it if ya do. Read the rest of this entry »
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