Here, let me hand you these small words let them linger ever so slightly melting into the soil never quite becoming sand castles a testament to endurance then add some rhythm and let the harmony carry the history Did you know about book buds? I didn’t. These are mini bookmarks with a summary on the … Continue reading
Old Ned could put his nose in the air and smell misery from miles away. He never missed an opportunity to help. Oh yes, Ned was good like that. He made cloven tracks right towards the sound of a mournful soul in need. Farmer Bixby sat on a large rock. The brilliant moon bathed him … Continue reading
My father’s younger brother followed him into World War II like a pesky little brother would ready to do his part ready to make his mark These two blond, blue-eyed boys one year apart in age Uncle Dail followed my father down the dirt roads that they drove sometimes too fast from a place where … Continue reading
Johnny Kreps watched his Uncle Todd put the final coat of wax on his vintage Dodge Charger. He bent over the hood, giving it a once over from side. Todd wasn’t young anymore, but he still embraced motors and mayhem. Grandma Gloria said Todd never would grow up. They had sat around that little round … Continue reading
Drawing near to Witches Gate the spires rise in the distance burned out frame house of crime vicious seekers came one night two brothers at home shot one in the head found the wall safe bare. Burning everything but the truth hot flames mocking. Murdering madmen stealing away wrapped in night’s wicked cloak. That ground … Continue reading
Johnny Kreps watched his uncle Todd put the final coat of wax on his vintage Dodge Charger. He bent over the hood, giving it a once over from side. Todd wasn’t young anymore, but he still embraced motors and mayhem. Grandma Gloria said Todd never would grow up. They had sat around that little round … Continue reading
Let’s write a dim, pastoral scene at the edge of a cliff far from a city of swans then perhaps, relive the scene from its origin and not hide in half-sewn shadows but let the scene play out as it should with the smell of pine trees and the pulse of poetry where lamps will … Continue reading
It was just a normal evening at bird feeding time everything going well until the Velociraptors showed up all glassy eyed, sharp-clawed and greedy. Even the Bluejays scattered. It took me by surprise, dinosaur husbandry, anyone? Mad bird misfits running wildly about gnashing those beak teeth. They spotted my collie who stared warily from the … Continue reading
Why do you toil there lean and listless fair maiden hugging shades of desperation? Where is that pumpkin and prince from cottage to castle promises galore forever more? Fairy godmother finicky one standing in twilight hair undone. She lost her wand that concocted sweet magic and you wash and clean sidestepping the tragic. Beware they … Continue reading
In the corner there staring back at me children’s poems rattle like rebellious toys. The middle of some half-finished book has fled its story line and dares to question. Short stories flirt like wayward gypsies as an arrogant French man demands to learn his fate. Poems rush forth storming the gate releasing themselves in gusts … Continue reading
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