Posts Tagged windy

Well, Blow Me Down!

Almost anywhere you live there is something challenging about the weather. Some places are brutally cold in winter, others are scorching hot in the summer, some are prone to flooding, and still others are constantly on the lookout for hurricanes when they’re in season. But tornado alley takes the prize. For the life of me, I don’t know why people live there, and I think a lot of folks in Oklahoma City will agree with me on that these days. The Texas panhandle is at the lower end of tornado alley. I was born there, but ain’t no way I’m going back. Read the rest of this entry »

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Panhandle Wind

Funny how things work out; I wrote a rough draft of this poem a couple days ago, while commenting on a fellow Texas poet’s poem. Then, here she is, Ms. Gay Reiser Cannon, hosting dVerse Poets Pub’s FormForAll, and daring us to do some “Triversen”, or some such. Mine probably fits the some such category, but I think y’all will enjoy it. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Used to Have a Kite

This short little tale about kites took place back in the late nineties, while Sherry and I were still living in Pflugerville—a suburb just north of Austin. It was kite season, and one Saturday, we decided it would be fun to go buy a couple of kites and fly them in one of the local, vacant, fields near where we lived. Read the rest of this entry »

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Marbles In My Pocket

I wish!

In my story, Kite Season, I wrote about the various “seasons” we seemed to have when we were in grade school. Yo-yo season, squirt gun season, kite season, and the likes, but I didn’t mention marbles. Not that I was any better with a yo-yo or a squirt gun, but I was terrible at the game of marbles. I don’t know why, but I just never could acquire the skill to shoot the darn little glass ball straight and hard. As a result, I was always losing all my marbles. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Used to Have a Kite

While I’m doing sequels, I might as well pen this little short one about kites. It took place back in the late nineties, while Sherry and I were still living in Pflugerville—a suburb just north of Austin. It was kite season, and one Saturday, we decided it would be fun to go buy a couple of kites and fly them in one of the local, vacant, fields near where we lived. Read the rest of this entry »

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Kite Season

It seemed like there were seasons for things when I was in grade school. Of course, when I got to high school there were seasons as well, but they were the obvious things; football, basketball, baseball, and the likes. But in grade school, it seemed like there were seasons for weird stuff. Read the rest of this entry »

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