I never jerk awake. I open my eyes and listen before I move. Without going into the reasons why I forced myself as a young boy, to not be afraid of noises in the dark. My door was always closed and I never slept with a nightlight. I relish the dark. As I...
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You are my disease, with no cure. A Kansas flower, blooming in the sun. Wisps of vapors across July skies. Rarity of a Mexicali emerald. Lonely wolf, telling his story. Under full harvest moon, Love won and lost. Trace your steps, on prairie fields. Wi...
You capture my heart Touch my soul With care and compassion Make my life complete Always there when I am down Or in a bad mood Turning dark to light Chasing doubts away A treasure you are Filling my life with love A true gift From above
Night of Hot Knives
Keep the grill burning for laterIt started out as usual. Murphy announced the specials for the night. "We got your appetizers. Two of 'em, as usual. Frijoles Charros which is just heirloom beans with some applewood smoked bacon. Push that. Chef got too much bacon this week. It's gotta...
Growing Old
They’d grow into old age together, all of them, the dead and the living.The girls had been getting along pretty well together in El’s room, El playing teacher, Em playing student (they always played the same roles without variance), but then Em had turned rebellious on her teacher and was threatening to not do her assignment...
Salvation and Self-Veneration
Pre-Apocalypse Hip-Hop Conversations(The Prophet) There’s work to be done in this world, but it’s not work for boys or girls. Where once there were people of a great and mighty nation, Now all I see is a slave generation. A Slave Generation. Slave to your phone, to the drugs you rejoice, sl...
Time. A valuable commodity to some. Not so much to others. You, for example. Clock-watching your work day. Each hour creeping by as if in a time warp. Rushing home for dinner. Spend time with the kids. Must get to bed because tomorrow is another day. Hump...
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At zero four thirty the men aroseTo put on their warmest clothes, Thermals and woolens, boots laced tight,They venture into the dark of night. Orange and plaids, worn on First Day,Protect these men in a visual way. Protein bars and thermos containers,One...
Anonymous
An Exhortation for Freedom of the Press
...even with its flaws.Jaundiced views of political moves shatter the credibility. Tattered news can only prove maundered fallibility. Sauntered news casually eschews truthful probability. Journalistic hubris, as portrayed by the Righteous few. Is liberalism the reason for th...
Anonymous
I have a friend who I miss very much; Over the years we’ve kept in touch. I phoned each time I came into town, We’d meet to catch up and share the lowdown. A high school friend, what more can there be? Alas, he never thinks about contacting me. So while I...
This reminiscent story was inspired by the forum thread, “What kind of car did you drive in high school?” When I was a young lad in Texas, my dad made me work weekends and summers for his construction company. He used to “pay” me a dollar a day to help...
Lonely Country Byways
Alone once more as before and again.Let's take a ride, little one, you think. Get in the car. We need to get out with our reflections rippling across the terrain, the vistas of the musing mind today. Today it's time to think. As those thoughts have lived inside you for a lifetime, making y...
In retrospect John blamed the incident on his own suggestibility, and on the scrapbook. The previous owner, Henry Stode, considered himself to be a bit of an amateur historian, at least when it came to the house. He had inherited an overstuffed scrapbook...