"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Hey daddy...The past year without you has really flown by,and, hell, who are we all trying to fool - those of us that have lost something that cannot be replaced - it has not been an easy year, much less an easy 'whatever' -and there has been so much loss this year, daddy,and a lot …
The fifth post I published (#5 out of 87) on this now one year and eight month fiction, nonfiction, and poetic blogging journey of mine was titled The Aged and the Ageless (feel free to click and read). It was posted a couple of months before Covid became a global issue. Since then, as well as …
My second born son - where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his arrival, I remember the phone call I received from my wife while I was at work. She went for a weekly check up because the …
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to …
As Thanksgiving week dawns upon us, I think back over the past several months. I have seen things and people around me go from being oblivious, to being scared, to being quarantined, to being put on lockdown, to being full of rage, to being opened up in stages, to operating at some type of face-masked …
: something that happens because of certain circumstances, although it was not planned by anyone. Out of anything that you could be doing right now, out of anything that you could be reading, out of all the things you could be double tapping and liking, you are here with me. You are reading the words …
Finally, the sunrise. The light awakens me. It permeates the cracks of the blinds. It stabs my blackout curtains with prison shanks. I hear the neighbor's rooster. The birds begin to squawk outside my window. The cardinals peck the fallen holly bush seeds. The morning doves perch the ground around my feeders. Cars zoom by …
Life as a writer starts with a blank page. I let my fingers rattle the top of the computer keys without actually hitting them. I close my eyes and disappear for a minute or two. I have to ask myself the following questions before me and you embark on our journey together: Where do we …
Can you imagine what the first person to land on the moon thought as he viewed the Earth from afar (not knowing if anyone has "actually" been there yet or if they've already established suburbs, mini malls, and a couple of McDonalds' there). Where we have been is important and should never be discounted, but …
I sit down at my laptop and outline my thoughts as I battle the voice inside my head: I started my blog with Introductions First back in December of 2019 and said that 2020 was the year that I was going to put everything on cruise control. I look at my keyboard and find myself …
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