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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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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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Eeeyeent Eenk!

I can still recall the driving trips with the family, and I have to tell you about this one time where I inadvertently tried to drive the old man crazy. I was young, maybe six or seven, and was riding in the back seat of our Ford Fairlane. This was back when smoking was cool, and not something folks got dirty looks for, like they do these days. At any rate, there were ashtrays on the armrests of both the back doors; little metal jobs, that you could pull out of the armrest to empty. When you opened and closed the ashtray, it made a little squeaking noise kind of like, “eeeyeent” when you opened it, and “eenk” when you closed it. 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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I Might Have Loved You More

I don’t write much free verse poetry; in fact, I’m not even sure that’s what this is. Nonetheless, it’s what came out this morning. I didn’t think about it, wasn’t thinking about it, it just came. Many of my poems are born this way. I let them be what they will be; what others perceive them to be. I suppose I am the father of them. I love them deeply and they will be a part of me always. And yet, I will set them free. They will be what the world sees them to be. I held them but for a moment.

I submit this poem to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck, in hopes it will be well received. 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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Eeeyeent Eenk!

I can still recall the driving trips with the family, and I have to tell you about this one time where I inadvertently tried to drive the old man crazy. I was young, maybe six or seven, and was riding in the back seat of our Ford Fairlane. This was back when smoking was cool, and not something folks got dirty looks for, like they do these days. At any rate, there were ashtrays on the armrests of both the back doors; little metal jobs, that you could pull out of the armrest to empty. When you opened and closed the ashtray, it made a little squeaking noise kind of like, “eeeyeent” when you opened it, and “eenk” when you closed it. Read the rest of this entry »

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