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Brother

My Brother. You‘re gone but not forgotten my brother. You were gone before we knew it would be the end. You called me. I failed to return your call. You hoped you would see me soon, you said. I... Read More
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Hogtown Heelers Clogging Club

Dibbie Dunam removed her sweat-soaked, tie-dye bandanna from her forehead as she sat down to catch her breath. She wiped her brow as she looked over the steps to the next dance. Dunam, 73, is the... Read More
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DEEPWATER HORIZON HORROR

Chunks of gooey gunk belch in a foreboding, overwhelming last hurrah. Crude spews its fossiliferous plasma from the break to the Gulf’s terra firma. Blankets of sludge, a brownish burnt... Read More
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FABRIC OF FREEDOM

Hail our iconic red, white and blue Hands over hearts, we pledge it true Stars and Stripes validate the hype Bugler’s haunting taps—tears to wipe Independence Day, Hip-Hip Hooray Unfurl... Read More
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ROGER'S MUSIC

Roger with his fine stump fiddle, Pat with her merry musical spoons. Lit up their life with delightful diddles. They danced, played songs, crooned. Roger spoke of his Marco fishing jaunts. The... Read More
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The Pony Express 1860-61

They were small, slim, strong, lithe Young cowboys, healthy, eager to ride With mailbags hung from their sinewy steeds Galloped California to Missouri sating mail needs Stations, fresh horses, set... Read More
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My Father's Legacy

You’ve made me glad. Thank you Dad for Fostering a wholesome work ethic laced with love Achieving most mandates from The Man above Taking time to pen poetry, a voice for the heart Holding onto... Read More
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Pelican Plight

Oh pelican, feathered friend, the beauty of thee. Recall watching you soar over the emerald sea. Now oil in hues of red and brown ooze through like patches of filthy frost dusted with dirty dew. Oh... Read More
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THE MILITARY

If I could snap my fingers and say; let there be no wars, and it would mean no wars, I would. And everybody would live happily ever after following the finger snap. For those who are well read on... Read More
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A view from senior citizen land

It is official. I am considered elderly. I turned 65, signed up for Medicare, supplemental medical insurance, a drug insurance plan, and I am receiving Social Security. I am now well-established in... Read More
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