ASHTRAY MEMORIES

REACHING FOR SUN Out in cruel forest A dying wolf bites at his own wound... Sign in to see full entry.

(page six) My Father was a fair man who always stood his ground. He saw... Sign in to see full entry.

(page five) I grew up in Utah, a Mule Deer and Elk hunter’s paradise. It’s... Sign in to see full entry.

(page four) Sometimes, when I have nothing to hide, my written thoughts and... Sign in to see full entry.

(page three) As a kid I was afraid of the dark, and to be honest with you,... Sign in to see full entry.

(page two) I remember my parents taking me to church, until the old man’s... Sign in to see full entry.

FORWARD As I have said, I want to do something a little different here on... Sign in to see full entry.

Subject: At a Tennessee Football Game Christianity is now the target of... Sign in to see full entry.

HARVEST DAYS A blue moon swings low tonight Ebbing on the edge of town... Sign in to see full entry.

PARCEL POST Sometimes, as quiet as a paper cut, I try to rip what she left... Sign in to see full entry.