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Sudden Death!

There were times I literally lived in fear of my dad. At the time, it wasn’t fun, and it darn sure wasn’t funny, but now, looking back, some of the things that took place were a bit humorous in a terrifying sort of way. This is one of them: Read the rest of this entry »

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He was an angry, hate-filled man, who could at times be the complete opposite. Unfortunately, the angry side was the dominant one, and when he died—alone and still mad at the world—few wept.

And then there’s me—the guy who professes to be afraid of nothing, yet fears he is too much like the man who raised me–not my father, but whose name I carry. Read the rest of this entry »

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Maybe… Iv’e Got Time

Do you ever think about an old friend, and wonder what happened to them; where they are now? Do you wonder why you lost touch with them? I often do, and it usually comes down to the fact I didn’t try to keep them in my life. It’s one of those things I tend to beat myself up about. Read the rest of this entry »

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Death On the Green

One day, back when we were in high school, my pal, Barry Patterson, and I wound up playing the same course his dad was playing. I was not a good golfer and Barry’s dad being able to see me in action, didn’t improve my game. I was a nervous wreck. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Never Killed Anyone

I wrote this in story form a few days ago for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday, and knew then it would have to be converted to poem form for dVerse Poets Pub’s Open Link Night #131. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »

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I Never Killed Anyone

Saw Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday prompt first thing this morning, and the words she offered, train – burlap – fiction – pearls – vertigo, for use as inspiration for or in a story or poem, came immediately to life in my sometimes overly-active imagination. I wrote:

I Never Killed Anyone

My head resting on a burlap sack of feed, cheeks crisp from the cold seeping through unseen cracks in the gently rocking boxcar, I slept fitfully, spinning in and out of dreams like a man on a ledge. Read the rest of this entry »

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That’s Snot Funny!

Sadly, in this good-is-bad world we live in, it has become almost fashionable to lie. Successful deception is not only accepted, but applauded, and afflicting pain on another, or watching someone else do it, is considered entertainment. Read the rest of this entry »

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