Monthly Archives: March 2016

He woke, startled, eyes wide, Yes, he was awake. The sepia dim of his curtained room only added to the disappointment in his mind. For in his dream, he had died. The deadly disease he had, had destroyed him. Now, … Continue reading →

It was the mornin’ after the night the Master came, dragged her to the empty cabin once again and, once again, he done it, when Tabatha went to John, her raging Man, not even husband, but loved, still, through all … Continue reading →

A masked mob of monsters marches to my door. Mahidabelle, our smiling witch, sits on our porch rocker, surrounded by fire grinning pumpkins. Red capped heroes, yellow minnions, gold crowned princesses, bleeding vampires, chain saw killers, mixed with a few … Continue reading →

Farm stands are sold out of pumpkins and corn. Ice cream stalls are hawking strawberry or peach or black cherry fudge in quart containers, half off for one, buy four get two free. Early frost and snow showers predicted this … Continue reading →

There is a post office with no dead letter box, on the border of space, receiving and sending letters from all creation, bungled by their feeble faith, and the Creator limited by His gift of freedom. But the mail handler … Continue reading →

Yellow roses, wilting, are beauty, none the less. Petals falling stir the air, wafting essences, mixing remaining scents with the pervading perfume of the universe: The oder of God.

The Hell with acceptance! Damn, resignation!! I’m pushing 68 with a worn down broom, but I’ll be dammed if I surrender to accumulating dust, cob webs in corners, pine needles on the porch! Spick and Span! That’s what they’ll see … Continue reading →

A pelican bobbed the waves. No crowded flights of gliding Vs. No crashing dives for him. Just easy float and warming sun on September southern seas So I pray it may be for me as I reach the age of … Continue reading →

Don’t you dare to die before me, dear. You love more your kids and theirs. They love their Mema Nancy. They love to come to see you. But, truth be told, my darling, when I beg to go before, I’d, … Continue reading →

Know what we’re doing? Reading stories: Novels, biography, articles, short stories, about wonderful or terrible or mean or tender human beings who drowned when the ocean liner, skiff, whaler, slaver, goes down in a hurricane, smashing on the rocks, exploding … Continue reading →