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Things Certain

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man

There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.

That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,

And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

from The Gods of the Copybook Headings ~ Rudyard Kipling


The following poem was inspired by Jack London’s short story, The Law of Life. As I read it, I could not help but draw a parallel between the death of the old indian, Koskoosh, to the state of—possibly the dying of—our country. Read the rest of this entry »

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There Be Silence

Though it may seem a lie, I am not obsessed with death. It is a season we must too often witness and one day endure, but until it is our earthly end, I believe we should turn away from it, ever marching toward the good light through this dark and sometimes dreary world. My hope is that in the words I share, you will find the light–the light that sorrow often dims. My wish is that I might blaze a trail to help us all find the peace and comfort that is ours should we but receive it. My want is merely to love and be loved as I walk this earth with you. Read the rest of this entry »

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And So…

Any who have read my post, Momma’s Penny, will know from where this one comes. I wrote it in response to the dVerse Poets Pub prompt, Poetics: Through the lens. One of the picture prompts just jumped off the page at me, and this is what I saw. Read the rest of this entry »

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Momma’s Penny

We knew the day was drawing near, but it came at a bad time. Sherry’s momma, Nell King, left us early this morning, and is now wrapped in the arms of Jesus. Read the rest of this entry »

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Somehow Somber

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 »

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I Was Young Then

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 »

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It’s Momma

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 »

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A Box of Moon Pies

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 »

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She Sat Alone

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 »

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Another Night’s Dream

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 »

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