Tag Archives: Family

Of Eggs and Mad Money

I wrote this poem last May for a contest. Because it had to be unpublished for the contest, I didn’t post it here at the time. I wasn’t a finalist, so now I can do what I want with the … Continue reading

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Sam Hall and Jesus

Johnny Cash is and always will be my number one favorite male singer. The next nine spots on my top ten list move around depending on my mood, but the Man in Black will forever be the master in my … Continue reading

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The Big Seven-O

As he drove his big pick-up truck around the circle at Friends Landing, the furrowed brow and tilted head said he wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing. We actually fooled him. You’d think at 70 there wouldn’t be much … Continue reading

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Where I’m From

I come from eucalyptus-lined dusty dirt roads with dust devils swirling by the sun shining bright and an above-ground pool in the backyard, adjacent to the garden where carrots grow, next to dill and pickling cucumbers, purple green beans and … Continue reading

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Hanging with My Dad

He hangs upon my office wall A reminder that he’s gone But also that he was once here Well, not here, in my office, of course He was long dead before this room, this building existed But here, in my … Continue reading

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It Is Time for Walking

Today I’m sharing a poem by a dear friend and poet. She is more introspective and cautious than I am, less boisterous and loud. But dear nonetheless. I hope you enjoy her words. It Is Time for Walking by Kathleen … Continue reading

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My Mother Dear

I buried my mother in my journal in red ink with large angry letters that accused her of dying on purpose just to spite me I buried my mother in the Firehole River at Yellowstone among the towering green trees … Continue reading

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