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Five: Death in the Spring

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 »

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Another Night’s Dream

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 »

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Blood On The Moon ~ the story

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 »

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A Man Among Men

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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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”. The story is almost 4000 words long, so you’re not likely to see it on my blog. If you’d like to read it, let me know. If there’s enough interest, I’ll post it. Read the rest of this entry »

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All things are possible

I’ve posted my poem, Pennies From Heaven, on my blog a couple of times—I’ll, no doubt post it again—and I’ve also posted the story I wrote, by the same name. I wrote the poem in 1998, and since that time I have been blessed repeatedly by emails I’ve received from folks who were grieving over the loss of a loved one. It seems my poem brought them comfort, by giving them hope that they would one day see them again. And, that in the meantime, the departed loved one was up there watching over them. Read the rest of this entry »

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You’re Gonna Die Tonight

Anybody ever tell you that? Well, somebody told it to me one night, and it’s nothing like you’re thinking it might be. I’ve made some guys mad enough to say that to me—some probably did—but this particular time, it was my first wife, Evelyn. Come to think of it, that might not have been the only time she said it. Kidding! Read the rest of this entry »

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Where does it go?

There are some mysteries I contemplate sometimes. One of them is where does certain stuff go. One of them is tires; tires wear out; where does the rubber that’s not on the tire anymore wind up? Does it wear into the pavement? Does it blow off to the side of the road? If it blows off to the side of the road, why aren’t there rubber drifts? You know, like a snow drift. When the wind blows, does rubber blow in our face? Are we breathing rubber? So many questions. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Man Among Men

Now surely y’all don’t think this is a story about me! No, sir, this one is another little 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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Just An Old Boat

            One Saturday afternoon last summer, I was walking around the small lake behind the RV Park where I stayed during the week. My work then took me out of town most weeks and my travel trailer gave me a sense of home while I was not with Sherry and our little old dog, Dockers. I was there on a weekend, because Sherry and I had come over to take care of some business in College Station. Read the rest of this entry »

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