I am a-knowin
I am an odd un
since I was a growin
never belongin
I never quite fit in.
Continue readingHeaven’s Scent
There are a couple of trees up the street from where I live. Every spring they blossom with white flowers. In the fall, the leaves turn red. The colors of the seasons are eye-catching but what really gets me is the spring scent. The only fair comparison is it has to be what heaven smells like.
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Just some friendly device
While preparing for the Reba concert in March I attempted to prepare the three youngest concert goers in our group with a series of videos. However, I wanted to make one thing clear about the songs. While I am a fan, I do not endorse every Reba song message. Case in point: Whoever’s In New England. Sure, I sing along with it but it makes me cringe.
Continue readingAnnoy
Why do some people annoy me so?
They just seem fairly prone
through no fault of their own.
They usually may not even know
but really, how can they not though?
Continue readingThe Feather
Backstory #1: years ago, I started finding feathers everywhere. It was shortly after my mom had passed away and someone had commented that a feather found means your guardian angel was nearby. Full disclosure: it was actually from a pillow that had seen better days and the feathers were stowing away on me and then dropping at various places. But, being the dreamer that I am, I like the whole guardian angel thought.
Continue readingNothing
Can one write about nothing?
Do you think it possible
or rather improbable
because as you know, when writing
words form and mold into something.
Continue readingReba Girls
I have already mentioned the Reba McEntire concert and the particulars of anticipation. It seems only fitting that I finish the story now that it has occurred. Because it is an experience that I want to remember. If need be though, you can catch up here and here.
Continue readingThe Language of Love Lost
Grief is a love language.
It is spoken from the heart
and is used to say goodbye
to lost love.
Continue readingStory behind the post: The Most Beautiful Story
Every 5-Saturday month, I attempt to write a short story. Last month’s story was called The Most Beautiful Story. Now, before you begin thinking that is a bit of a presumptuous claim on my part, let me explain. I am not claiming the story I wrote was the most beautiful. Rather, it was the pursuit of the protagonist.
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