Tag: family

  • Poem – The Old Barn (Part 1)

    Rewrite of a poem from 5-years ago along with a new photo. The Old Barn An old abandoned barn lies on the east side of town, at the end of Baker’s road, where the tar abruptly changes to gravel, dusty this time of year as rain has been scarce and the crops are wilting. Coming…

  • All About Puppies

    The newest member of the family will be home soon.  Here she is, Vinny, at 4 weeks old.

  • Poem – Gather

    12/18/13 Today we bury my uncle. Deep blue sky the day after a full moon. Fire across the horizon burning purple behind the snow covered limbs and rooftops. A raven flies high above rising smoke and the city’s chatter. Solitude and peace infused with sorrow and the ache of loneliness. We gather in the morning…

  • Essay – Influence

    An entire lifetime spanning so many years, is divided into smaller lifetimes, or books. These books of our life are further divided into chapters. I think the books are finished and started with major events or changes and these can be happy, joyous, sad, perhaps a death or tragedy. The chapters within each are related…

  • Poem – Waiting

    Across the sea of sand and water thousands of miles away weeks and months may pass before we hear your voice. To forget about the time and placate our worried and disjointed thoughts we look for your face and hopefully a smile in someone’s photograph.

  • Poem – The Old Barn 2

    This is the second of three parts to the “Old Barn” poems. The Oklahoma Barn 1 In the summer of 1974, I spent 3-months with grandma and grandpa Batcher at the farm on the plains of eastern Oklahoma, surrounded by fireweed and roses. 2 I remember our second summer together, and the first road trip…

  • Poem – The Old Barn

    An old abandoned barn lies on the east side of town, at the end of Baker’s road, where the tar abruptly changes to gravel, dusty this time of year as rain has been scarce and the crops are wilting coming up the driveway, a neglected John Deere greets you with rust and smeared green paint,…

  • Christmas Day, Lutsen

    Christmas Day brings thoughts of family, friends, beliefs and what helps us to get through each day. We headed north into the cold and snow to spend the time within nature, at the beckon call of deer and raven, and fell asleep each day to the methodical splashing of water on the frozen shoreline. Rising…

  • Short Story – Tunnels

    In Stone Path Review, we have published the first 3 chapters of a story titled “Tunnels of my Childhood”.  It is about growing up in Northeast Minneapolis and is written by Felice Scrittore.  In the upcoming Winter issue we will be publishing chapter 4 and I thought it would be a good idea to include them…

  • What I am Thankful For

    As with many people, I am taking this time to reflect on life and what I am thankful for.  I am in the same camp that wishes a day did not have to be set aside for us to take this time.  Why can we not be thankful each day, not only for the people…