Radio Stories

Memories pour into my head. How do I make sense of emotions I've never known? Only a radio tells me the way to go. The static buzz rings in my ears as I hear the voice of reason. Cry out in pain. Sing away the ache. What could I do but believe that my pain is known elsewhere? Believe in my heart is all I can do As the music changes from hurt and blue to something with love anew. But my realization is not that I am alone,...

I remember when I first read a Maya Angelou poem. I was literally awestruck. I was in high school and we were studying poetry in English class. We studied Norman MacCaig, William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson and few others. Maya Angelou wasn’t one of them, actually. I was on the Internet one day after school and was looking poetry up on the web, when I stumbled across one of hers. A few years later, I saw her on the TV an...

I had radio watch. I usually did four hours a night. I wrote letters by flashlight. The letters all had a box in the lower left corner with tick-marks that I slashed into the notebook paper every time I saw a falling star. Mars marched angrily across the Iraqi sky. "ROAD KNIGHT ONE . . . THIS IS BLACK HORSE . . .RADIO CHECK, OVER." came a crackling voice on the radio. We were supposed to do radio checks every hour, but it...

Do you remember the CB radio craze? Were you part of it? It was a big thing here in the US in the early to late 70's. Now it had been around for years but was used mostly by businesses for communication purposes. Then someone discovered how much fun it was talking to strangers and before you could say Breaker Breaker it was off and running. There were CB songs and it seems every movie and or cartoon story line of the day ...

Voices on the radioThey are my friendsSometimes when I feel alone or want an escapeOn goes the radioSometimes I laugh, sometimes I cryThe voices on the radio, they are my friendsI hear certain voices, they are a comfort at timesHer soft voice at night helps from being aloneSometimes we laugh, sometimes we cryThe voices are my friendsI listen to escape without ever leavingThey make the night less lonely of a placeThese voi...