Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history books and legends standing atop the highest peaks and planting a flag for their country, shaped by the endless sun and arctic winds. He handled life and the people around him with the ease and care of a seasoned glass maker. It was […]
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Back in 2009, I had a short story published at Whispering Angel Books about my grandfather. It was titled “Grandpa’s Words and Actions”. As 04/18/15 was an important anniversary, I am re-posting, along with updates from reviewing each year, and including it below. Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history […]
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As the months melt away into weeks and days the memories become stronger bouncing from everywhere fast and furious they fill waking thoughts and serve as a reminder that reminiscing not only keeps someone’s memory alive but reminds you of the path they created for you of the person they believed you are.
(1) Swimming through dark, through water, through the concept of time that is lost when we lose hope. Searching for what else is out there, searching for what we think we need. Events happen, points in life surface that take over our focus and force a look inward. In those moments we can find meaning, […]
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(1) Are you up there looking down? What do you see through pure eyes, pushed back from the experiences and beyond the cancer? (2) I wish to hear your voice, the voice that lifted me through childhood. (3) I pause to catch the next breath and with closed eyes think of you.
the winged sun whispers light the winged sun expels white dust. and the morning dew cold to our touch and the deer trail leads us deeper into the woods. subtle April needles green mingling with ancient blue from an artist’s palette. the ravens echo mocks other birds a ploy and trick to conceal its presence, […]
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Back in 2009, I had a short story published at Whispering Angel Books about my grandfather. It was titled “Grandpa’s Words and Actions”. As today is an important anniversary, I am re-posting, along with updates from reviewing each year, and including it below. Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history […]
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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 […]
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I’m getting older. While that is not the point of this post, it helps to explain the softening within and the certain appreciation for new and different things in life. Now I forgot what the point of this was… Traditions. I want to talk about traditions. What are they, and why do we have them? […]
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Back in 2009, I had a short story published at Whispering Angel Books about my grandfather. It was titled “Grandpa’s Words and Actions”. I have included it below. Rugged facial features and expressions, like that of mountain men in history books standing atop the highest peak and planting a flag for their country, shaped by […]
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