Poems & Other Lies

Poems & Other Lies

Good Morning

Good Morning

5/22/25 6:00 51f (10.5c) Raining. The drops tapping on the leaves provide percussion for the morning birdsong. It was raining when I went to bed. I do believe it rained all night. Perhaps I  can find some  mushrooms.  

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Good Morning

Good Morning

Good morning. 5/21/25 5:45 43f (6c) Calm and clear.           Last night's rain left the patches of bare earth damp and the deck still speckled with  wet, but the sky overhead is a brilliant blue. The waning crescent moon floats behind the...

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Good Morning

Good Morning

Good morning. 5/20/25 6:00 47f (8.3c) Scattered clouds and blue sky. It rained some last night and is still sprinkling very  lightly now. In an effort to improve my social media experience,  I am posting less on Facebook and using this blog instead.  Still trying to...

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Skeeter and The Veteran

Skeeter and The Veteran

These stories first appeared in BarBar March of 2023               Skeeter Did I tell you about losing my rooster? No? It was a sad thing, happened a couple of weeks ago. Skeeter was about eight or nine years old, but still a proud...

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Skeeter and The Veteran

Skeeter and The Veteran

The online literary blog BarBar has published a couple of my stories. Click the link below to read them. Vernon Wade says “My chicken yard is a battlefield.” Read the story “Skeeter and the Veteran.” — barbar (bebarbar.com)

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Yes, you are

Yes, you are

Why do you argue with me, when I tell you how beautiful you are? Why do you roll your eyes and say, “No, I’m not.” as if I have no idea what I see with my own heart? You turn the stereo up so loud a deaf kid could dance to it, miming the lyrics with a provocative...

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December 10th

December 10th

Sitting in the dark, listening to the heavy, wet snow slough off the branches of the oaks. There is a steady drip from the trees. It was snowing a little bit ago, but for now it has stopped. I hear the crash of a shed collapsing not too far away. The rooster is...

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The Tea Pot

The Tea Pot

It is a quiet morning, the light still dim. Everything seems calm and muted, even the birdsong heard through the open window. I turn on the light over the stove and set the kettle on for tea. We had a very elegant stainless steel art deco kettle, but the bottom warped...

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