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Short Stories,
Articles, Prose, Poetry & Haiku
Harmony Haiku
Frog ribbits from pond Cicada hums in duet Moonlit harmony.
Morning Haiku
Dreams whisper meaning, Heartbeats and wingtips guide way, Choreography.
Stardust Memories
On a Saturday morning during the summer of 1969 in balmy Southeast Texas, I was 11 years old and getting ready to start the fifth grade. ...
The Christmas Letter
When I was 12 years old and the Thanksgiving meal had been cooked and eaten, I looked around and observed everyone scurrying around to...
Roger and Me - The Night I Learned to Just Be Myself
"Almost Famous" is one of my favorite films, and every time I watch it, I am immediately transported to a time in the early 80'
Christopher's Eyes
And as I looked into Christopher’s eyes, my eyes locked into his and hundreds of years of brutal torture unmasked itself. I could hear...
(Haiku on Open Heart)
Heart field wide open; Stardust scatters as sapphires; Dancing with the Moon.
(Haiku on Life)
Dreams peek between stars Owl calls out under moon's glow Each day, a new life.
The Grandfather
It was springtime. The child ran through the clover filled meadows of her grandfather's land. She could feel the wet grass creep between...
To Blue Link or Not to Blue Link: (Is that a question?) --A Conversation of the [Tech] Ages
About a month ago, my 16-year-old Buick went into Hospice care, and shortly thereafter exited to that old junk yard in the sky. A shiny,...
Stars
If ever I allowed my love for you To flow freely, I know that it would Fill every empty corner of the world, Then rise into the heavens,...
The Seed that Grew
Note to Reader: This little story provides the opening to my book, "The Gifts of Cancer, A Meditation on Hope." It's a true story, and...
Kindness Counts
I remember my time, some years ago now, living in South Dakota, and working at a small law firm there, where I got to know the richest...
Lowampi
Anyone who knows me well knows that I have been involved with the Native American people in this area for some time. I was going through...
Separating the light from the dark; the canvass of life
Several years ago I watched and very much enjoyed a documentary series about early artists who later became very famous, though most of...
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