My story begins the day my father died. He was my friend,my mentor, but first and foremost my wonderful loving father. He tried to teach me all about the pains of the world. He would talk every day and he had the patience of Job. He could be funny and ver...
Oh wow Where did the time go From sippy cups and cribs And Mommy watch this To Boys and trucks and no mommy My mini me in every way Now its wedding plans and big dreams Picking up AJ's toys and singing lullabies You have grown into a wise young l...
I want to knowIf you ever seen the rainCome falling downAs your best friendJackCalls you backPull out your Lucky'sSit next to your demonsLook down at your glassI want to knowHave you ever seen it rain based off a CCR song
It began. It was just a feeling at first, but I knew it was coming. I couldn't stop it, all I could do was wait and hope it passed me by. It didn't, it just grew and grew in intensity. But then... Wait! Had it stopped or was it just lurking, waiting to ta...
Perched on a craggy outcrop, staring out to sea, the priest opened his mind and his heart to God. In such wild and lonely places, he felt closest to his Maker and His divine word. He was not a young man, and knew his role as a travelling preacher, bringin...
You and I must recallHow we swayed in the Spring on the Champs-ÉlyseesHow we whirled all about in a Viennese waltzHow we skipped around Rome, and we spun near the old Spanish Steps You and I must recallIn our thoughts and our dreamsWhen we danced close to...
Olivia, despite warnings from her mother, intended to carry out as much of the redecorating as she could by herself, and had decided to try her hand at stripping the wallpaper in the guest bedroom. This latest flurry of activity fascinated the cats: sever...
As the old man sits with his afternoon tea. Pipe tightly between teeth, he nods off.Dreams flood over his old bones of the moorsThe moors of his childhood. Happy days with his family. The sounds of his youth good and badThe soulful sound of pipes move...
in my black and white lifeyou are the only thingthat I dream of in colourIt's 4 am and I'm awake.Needing you.To quiet you.To hold you close.To kiss your demons away.To worship at your altar.Yes.In my black and white life.You are the only thing thatI dream...
, about 2300 words James Foleyfarandthen@gmail.comwww.beyondthewind.comwww.mywarlove.com Machiavelli and Brexitby James Foley In Melbourne, Florida, the east wall of the Eau Gallie Public Library is sheer glass—facing the Intracoastal Waterway...
Every horrible act of violence is only exceeded by the endless media hyping that inundates every moment following it. The constant competition for ratings and trying to “outdo” each other for viewers is overshadowing the main issues that need to be addres...
Leann was in the process of getting ready for her first real night out with her friends since the birth of her daughter. Now her friends had not abandoned her during her pregnancy and after she gave birth. They all had dropped by often but they never ling...
I never really liked it much The fact that I’m not tall Barefoot I’m only five foot three That really says it all I’ve scribbled down a poem It’s all about my size I find it quite frustrating I can’t look you in the eyes Good things always come In pac...
about 2200 words Hamlet and James Dean Died Youngby James Foley In Virginia, an hour’s drive south of D.C., there’s a huge white house—built in the 1890s out on a point on the Chesapeake. And this summer when I drove there for a Wednesday-evening literary...
The Myna sang in the heat of the day. Warm breeze blowing through the tall Maasai grass. The hunter crept quietly toward his prey. Stopping nose in the air. Slow step by step. His movement fluid and determined. Low grunt, tail twitched. His nose fill...
