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Like A Rainbow in the Dark

The wind roared as black clouds raced in, and we ran—your hand holding tight to mine—toward the shelter door in the backyard. I was not afraid, because I was with you, and that is all that matters. 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–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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Like A Rainbow in the Dark

The wind roared as black clouds raced in, and we ran—your hand holding tight to mine—toward the shelter door in the backyard. I was not afraid, because… I was with you, and that is all that matters.

In my waking hours you fill my mind, and when I sleep you walk in my dreams. My thoughts, my dreams, are filled with wonder that we are one.

You’re the very reason I rise each day, and when my day comes to an end, I rest secure in your love and safe in your arms. And when you’re not there beside me I feel empty and so dreadfully alone, like a tree on the prairie, shying from the rushing silent wind.

Because of you, my days are filled with hope, for I know even though you may not be there beside me, your love goes wherever I go. It’s the sunshine on my shoulder as I drive down lonely roads, and the cool breeze on my brow when the days are hot and long. And when dark clouds gather—sometimes with little warning—your love is my light, my hope, my refuge, and my shelter.

How many ways can I tell you how your love overwhelms and amazes me? You’re my angel of the morning, and mere words are small, not near enough to say all there is to say.

rainbow at night 2You fill my heart with wonder, like a rainbow in the dark.

This morning, as we emerge from the shelter—darkness and destruction scattered all about—I feel your hand on my shoulder, and without words you tell me, the sun will come up, it will shine, and we will begin again.


Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn


Sharing this on Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday. Kellie and her family experienced one of those exciting Friday nights recently, and we aren’t talking football. Tornadoes came calling–Kellie and family are okay–and she invites us to write something about “A Dark and Stormy Night”.

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Book Signing Event #3!!

Book Signing Event #3 for Be Still…. and know that I am God will be held at Hastings Books in Longview, Texas this coming Saturday, April 16, from 2-4 pm. I will be signing copies of  Be Still, as well as offering for sale and signing my two thrilling crime novels, The Devils Dust and Shelter. We will also be giving away, signed, frame-ready copies of my poem Pennies From Heaven, Be Still bookmarkers, and last but certainly not least, Sherry’s homeade cookies!

If you have freinds and family in the Tyler/Longview area, be sure and pass the word to them! And don’t forget to hit “Share” at the end of this post AND on FaceBook! Thanks!!

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