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Guns for the Money

bullets on Ben Franklin currency

So yesterday, another school shooting. This one at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Brower county Florida. Dozens of hearts were broken yesterday by the deaths of 17 of their loved ones and dozens of children, teachers, and parents were unnecessarily terrorized.

My Mentor

You stood by me as I walked a road I had not walked.
You cleared the path ahead of us whenever it was blocked.
You are the breeze that follows the storm.
You make the air seem fresh and new.

lovers under the milky way

The End of a Romance:
You Have Loved Me Well

Boone

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double date
starlit night
back seat
blackberry brandy.



Apple Tree Tale

apple tree

A lthough he wasn’t Johnny Appleseed
He climbed an apple tree for me.
A slip of foot, tossed him to sky
And we both found he could not fly



Telling the Tale of Sound

Can the tale of sound be told?
Seen and felt instead of heard?
If it’s possible to do,
I offer you these words —

poplar trees

Sunday Drive

view through a car window

I walked away from driving about two years ago. I’ve never really enjoyed driving. I have always been a nervous driver, afraid that I will zig when a zag is called for. Several near misses during my driving days amplified that fear. The problem may have started on a Sunday drive when I was a young teen.

Morality: Looking Before
Leaping on Faith Alone

sitting on the edge

At one point or another, every parent hears their child say, “I didn’t meant to” or “I didn’t try to.” Sometimes all that is needed is a nod and a, “I know. It’s okay.” Other times something more is called for. One of my favorite responses was “You didn’t try not to.”

You Are the Life of My Love

Senior Couple

I am not the love of your life.
And neither are you, mine.
Illusion is an outcast we both leave behind.
Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
Holding you close is, for me, just enough
Because you are the life of my love.

Rose Colored Day

Tophat Cat

The chameleon crept to where he resides.
He hides in a crack in the wall,
The place his identity is unalibied
And his true colors are recalled.