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Monday, January 15, 2018

Ice Queen

crystaline reflections, adorn the landscape, sparkling with deadly intent, daring the inquisitive to venture forth. the biting cold takes small nibbles, while the growling wind sings, in a frozen operatic harmony, a siren of of the frost beckons. The Ice Queen waves in recognition, and in her smile,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

When I'm Gone

When I'm gone, will you still look for me? will you still see me? If I try to call you, from somewhere beyond, will you still hear me? If I reach out, just to touch you, will you still feel me? If I dance in front of you, will you know it? will you laugh out loud, even with people around? If I call... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Where does the evil go?

A brief flash of existance, this act of being we call life. A gift we are given, and can lose in the blink of an eye. The purveyor of this gift, for some remain unknown, while others discovered early on, their gratitude duly shown. In this brief existance, what determines whether one is evil or... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 12, 2017

A soul gone solitary

Thanx all for the comments.Hope you like this one There seems to be an emptiness, a void that I can feel, that I once thought was imaginary, but am now convinced it is real. A gaping, vacant, space resounds, everytime I speak your name, with an echo that chills my heart, sends shudders throughout my... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

THE SHADOW

I sat in my living room one morning, and noticed a shadow beneath the shelf. The day progressed and the sun did rise, but the shadow remained there by itself. As the evening neared, the other shadows, drifted slowly across the room, but in place the single shadow remained, could it be some portent... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Early morning Star

Pale moonlight reflects off of the water, as smooth as glass, while a pink distant glow, announces the sun's arrival, another day has passed. The stars begin to disappear, retreating before the sun, all except for one. Refusing to go, trying deperately not to be outshone. In it's twinkling I think I... Sign in to see full entry.

The Things I Used to do

Well, I got your letter yesrerday, It seems you found somebody new. There is not much that I can say, but can he do the things I used to do? Can he make you laugh that crazy laugh, make your eyes shine like they're on fire, does he know your passions like I do, do the special things that you desire?... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

STORM CHILD

On a very stormy day in the pouring rain, amidst a war scenerio of lightning flashes, I sat under a canopy sipping on a glass of Llano vineyards sweet red enjoying the spray of rain on my face and awestruck by the beauty and ferocity of the storm and waves attacking the beach. At first I thought my... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 3, 2017

Early Morning Dew

I wrote this while in Savannah, Ga., staying at a B&B south of town. It was walking distance to the water, and I had been fishing out of a small canoe I'd rented.There were nightly round table gatherings for supper and drinks, and twice I donated fish for the evening supper. But mostly, I enjoyed... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

The Final Concerto

My first wife and I used to love to sing old country songs while riding in the country sipping on some experimental concoction we had created from whatever alcohol was in her father's liquor cabinet. The old country backroads in far west Texas and eastern New Mexico cover vast expanses of... Sign in to see full entry.

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