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The Voice I Hear

falls 1 quoteThese words from the song, The Garden, bless me tremendously. I’m learning not to look back on my past with regret, and I’ve come to realize God is in charge and will see me through all challenges or trials. But more than that, I’ve begun to expect good things, moving forward each day, expecting things to work to the good. I’m not all the way there yet with respect to this way of dealing with life’s challenges, but I’m getting closer every day, and I’m able to go boldly into each new day, unafraid and expecting God’s best. I am at peace.

I am blessed.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27

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This Place In Time

Once upon a time there was a good man, who hadn’t always been good, but he’d always had some good in him, and the good seemed to grow larger as he grew older.

Every day, he’d write good things and share them with anyone who cared to read them. He wasn’t trying to change the world, he just wanted to give people hope in a time when things were changing rapidly, and not changing for the good; or so it seemed to him. He didn’t know if very many people would read what he wrote, but he hoped they would and thought maybe they’d feel better about things if they did.

One day, he realized he was spinning his wheels; not spinning his wheels like when a pickup gets stuck in the sand, but like when a race car is spinning its tires on the asphalt, and smoke is billowing into the air but… the stands are empty, so no one sees it. There’s just a lot of smoke, noise and the smell of something burning, which he thought might be the world around him. And, it surely seemed the world was on fire.

Because of that feeling, he thought maybe he wouldn’t write anymore, but then, he thought he probably wouldn’t write any less either. He believed his words meant something to somebody, even though he couldn’t be sure who. But he hoped the things he wrote and shared, might stir the winds of hope and help to blow the smoke and smell away. Maybe a gentle, cleansing rain would fall too, and the sound of it spattering on the asphalt would drown out the bad sounds and put out the fire. He hoped maybe if he kept writing good things, things would get good.

Because of that hope, he went on writing good things and hoping for the best. Writing was his job he figured, so he figured writing was what he should do if he was going to do what he should.

Until finally, he realized:a grand scheme

 

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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–like a man on a ledge–spinning in and out of dreams. Thankfully, my coat—dirty and worn—kept my body somewhat warm, while my faded jeans did no more than keep my legs from freezing. Expensive walking shoes—full of holes and slick as owl snot on the bottom—did nothing but magnify the cold. My feet felt like blocks of ice.

My vertigo dreams were soundless, but for the clacking of wheels and creaking boxcars, and in my waking moments I wondered if the movies in my mind were fiction or true crime. Probably some of both.

I’d written novels… a lifetime ago. One was full of drugs, sex, killing and rock and roll, and the other was about two homeless men who went on a crime spree one winter in Austin, Texas. They thought a warm jail cell would be better than the frigid concrete bed they slept on. It was cold as hell in Austin that winter. I know… I was there.

A black and white scene flashed across the screen of my dreams. The woman’s eyes were bulging, and her mouth was open in a silent scream as rough, calloused hands choked her life away. The string of pearls around her neck broke as she died, and as they floated to the floor of the parking garage, the scream came, shrill and long.

The squeal of the train’s brakes spun me back to semi-awake, and as I lay there shivering, I remembered my wife saying to me, after reading that scene, “Honey, they say writers write about what they know about.” She paused then added, “This scares me.” My whispered answer came with a no-extra-charge smile. “I never killed anyone, dear.”

Copyright © 2014 C Mashburn

If you’d like to read my novels–I really did write two of them about 14 years ago–you can purchase them on Amazon. The Devil’s Dust and Shelter. (I’ve actually written over a dozen crime novels, but only published the two.)

The Devil’s Dust devils dust jacket

The soul of man seethes wicked

Cold sweat reeks of evil lust

Blood runs hot and thin

When spiked with the devil’s dust

Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn

 

ALSO! Be sure and check out Kellie’s great books of poetry. She is, without doubt, one of the most talented poets of our time! Magic in the Backyard

 

 

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A Case of Hearts ~ the poem

I’ve been very busy moving and getting settled for the last couple of months, and so I haven’t written much of anything, and as a result haven’t posted anything on my favorite poetry and/or writing sites. One of my favorite sites is dVerse Poets Pub, so I’m posting this one there. Read the rest of this entry »

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A Case of Hearts ~ For Khole

I’ve been very busy moving and getting settled for the last couple of months, and so I haven’t written much of anything, and as a result haven’t posted anything on my favorite poetry and/or writing sites. One of my favorite sites is Kellie Elmore’s, Magic in the Backyard; especially her Free Write Friday feature. I’m hoping this poem can help bring some peace, courage, and hope to Kellie and her family. (Click on the link below to see the excerpt from Kellie’s site for details about the challenge her family is facing.) Read the rest of this entry »

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Ridin’ the Pine

Many of us had aspirations of greatness when we were kids, some of us still hang onto those dreams, and some—not many—maybe even reached the lofty heights to which they aspired. Some, simply didn’t dream. Me, I dreamed, but it seems I was just another face in the crowd, wielding a bat that never quite made contact, and writing songs that never got sang. It bothered me some for a bit, but I’ve come to terms with who I am and what I’ve offered up to the world. I’ve learned to do the best I can each day, and rest assured it’s enough. Read the rest of this entry »

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Kellie Elmore Makes Me So Mad!

She makes me so mad because she has a way of pulling me into her world and making me sad—making me feel the hurts I’ve put aside. She has a way of saying these things… these things that make your chest tighten, your eyes moisten, and your fists clench. And she does this with words on a page. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Just Got Back From Tennessee!

And, what a trip it was! I’ve never been there, except just passing through, but I’d heard great things about the state, and let me tell you, I was not disappointed. Read the rest of this entry »

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Kellie’s Free Write Friday!

Hey y’all! My friend and fellow blogger, Kellie Elmore does a thing she calls Free Write Friday on her blog—Magic in the Backyardevery Friday. She puts up a topic or a picture, and invites other poets and writers to submit a story about the prompt. I really enjoy participating in it, and thought perhaps some of you would like to join in. It’s not too late to get in on this weeks topic, New Year’s Resolutions. Read the rest of this entry »

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