It’s that time of year again. September is Suicide Prevention and Awareness Month. Three days ago, September 10, was World Suicide Prevention Day. Let’s bust that long standing myth of not discussing it and meet this topic head on and talk about it.
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What a beautiful fall morning!
Instead of sitting looking at a computer screen all day
I wish I had a window.
Continue readingStory Behind the Post: The Drifting Tumbleweed
Last month was a 5-Saturday month which means it was a 5-part short story here at ck’s days. And since this is the first Saturday of a new month, I’ll now explain the origin of the story. If you are a regular reader to this little blog, this is all going to sound familiar.
Continue readingWriter’s Block
I have a bit of a block,
you see, going on right here.
Can’t get anything working, I fear.
Nothing seems to want to unlock
and not one thing is left in stock.
Continue readingThe Drifting Tumbleweed
Chapter V: Tyee and Lawrence and Eddy and Gil
In all of his 61-years on the Earth, Tony Twomoons could probably count on one hand all the times he felt truly surprised by events. This was about to be one of those times.
He just witnessed that both Larry and Eddy were still alive and received what he felt as personal confirmation about both of their innocence. Not only that, he had just shifted his focus to his boss as a leading suspect. His mind couldn’t settle on which to think about first. But then the front door to the bar flew open and several law enforcement came forcefully into the bar. About a half-second latter, another intimidating group came in from the kitchen where they had made their entrance through the back door.
A tall man with slicked black hair and wore a jacket that said FBI flashed a badge quickly. “This place is now considered a crime scene,” his voice boomed even though the bar had grown quiet quickly at their presence. “Please vacate the premises immediately.”
Continue readingOne Itsy-Bitsy Favor
How are we here already?
The calendar is telling me
it is the end of August.
That just feels a tad-bit rushed.
The math is wrong, it cannot be.
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Chapter IV: Gil Sanderson
Tony arrived home after his shift to a dark house and his wife in bed. Which told him that yes, Sheila was still mad he chose to go into work every night instead of hiding out at home. He fixed himself a quick bite to eat while mulling over the events of the night.
As he reviewed what he knew, he felt pretty certain Larry or Eddy would be the next victim. Maybe both. While neither one seemed too drunk when they left the bar he couldn’t figure out why they would leave together. Why would a guy like Larry choose to hang out with Eddy – Eddy? That made no sense. No one in town willingly hung out with Eddy.
Continue readingAntipode
What do you think you would say
if you saw me digging away?
I tell you, if I could
trust me, I surely would,
dig, dig, dig for one whole day.
Continue readingThe Drifting Tumbleweed
Chapter III: Eddy Edwards
Tony was so focused on Larry that he wasn’t paying attention to Eddy’s incessant chatter. But that was fairly typical. Eddy liked to talk and while he seldom found an audience, in The Drifting Tumbleweed no one made him stop. They just tuned him out. One time on a slow winter night, Tony started closing up a little early. Eddy was the only customer in the bar and started telling a story about his military days which was his favorite topic. Tony went to the back and did his nightly closing routine of closing everything down. It took at least fifteen minutes. When he came back, Eddy was still engaged in his story. Tony didn’t think Eddy even noticed he wasn’t in the room for a good portion of the the story.
Continue readingCatching up with the Horizon
We all get a dash
but it is rather short
and we spend so much time
trying to make it align
but actually, we just distort.
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