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Month: March 2019

FINALLY A DOG

Chapter 2 Finally, a dog! Sometime after the turtle episode, I moved on to begging dad for a dog all over again and it actually paid off, because dad brought home a pitiful looking rat killing dog from the grain mill where he worked at the time. You see grain mills were notorious for having rodents of all sizes living in and under the … Read More FINALLY A DOG

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Gocko and kid cuz

cuz had looked into the closed turtle shell and now a five pound snapping turtle hung from his eyelid

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Whisper to Me Oh Whisper to Me

Whisper to me Oh whisper to me Sweet breath of life divine.

RED BOY

When I first saw him, his face was a mask of timid fear and furtive glances designed to find the fastest escape route. He peered out from between the legs of his foster mother. She was his anchor and savior and yet she was forcing him out into the real world.

THE ESSENCE OF GENIE

SHE is a man in a beautiful woman’s body and knows what men want and need.
SHE IS A TRUE SIREN

TWO TURTLES AND A DEAD MAN

Big Man asked if he would like him to push the call button. He nodded, and sputtered “I’m dying here, and they don’t care.” John looked at Big Man, who said the last words that John would ever hear. “I care, John.” John smiled and fell backwards onto the bed. The big man yelled for nurses, but nobody came.

THE MAGIC BAG

The Magic Bag It was a very gray and drizzly Sunday afternoon. Those are of course, the types of days that nobody likes. The sun is not out, the air is chilly. I haven’t had lunch and my stomach is growling. A very important football game will be on in an hour and I want to watch it. Unfortunately, Beth wants to stop for … Read More THE MAGIC BAG

Blog

for the first time in a decade I fit into a booth at a restaurant. What a fabulous feeling to be on the verge of normal size.

Morning Rain

Lightening excites the horizon as a slow rhythmic dance beginsMy mind and body undulate with the cascading droplets descendingFace upturned and arms outstretched I touch the gray dangling feetof the misty morning clouds I intertwine with the rainA thousand ancient voices serenade our downward spiralAs the wind whistles in perfect harmonyStately old oak trees harbor the winged nesting creaturesTurning their backs to the rain … Read More Morning Rain

CALLED IN THE WIND

sometimes when I hear that woeful sound it’s like a wolf’s cry in the night

Facebook `s Decision

As of yesterday March 2nd of 2019 I am no longer allowed to post stories on face book. Since I am a new blogger at 70 yrs old I dont know how that will affect my ability to have my stories seen. I am just hoping that I can garner an audience. My guess is that all thinkers and writers have Hope’s and dreams … Read More Facebook `s Decision

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Minions of Death

what will I miss? The touch of my wife’s hand? The smell of a newly mown patch of wild garlic?

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