- Lake Monroe, Florida, USA
- May 08
- Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
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Somehow we had missed the turnoff to the southern Ohio town.
We went back to where the highway ought to be
and found a narrow old road,
with grass growing up through the cracks in the pavement.
Could this be the main road/
PICTURE AT A RAILROAD STATION.
The cavernous old Railroad Station was dimly lit,
or seems that way in my memory.
My parents, my sisters, and I headed toward the big doors
that led to the platform where the trains chugged and waited.
It was the/
(To listen to the dramatization by Jerry Pippin, click a link
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"A NIGHT ON CE… Read full post »
A famous photographer was set up on a scenic overlook
to shoot the beautiful sunset.
A stranger walked up beside him
and gazed silently at the gorgeous sky.
After a couple of minutes the stranger said this:
"It's almost like a painting."
The photographer said:… Read full post »
The back country road led to Cassadaga,
the Spiritualist center.
We turned right at the old hotel
and threaded through the little lane
that winds past the church and around Spirit Lake.
Not a living soul was out in the afternoon heat.
I'd been here before to do… Read full post »
We're all zombies here today.
We somehow find our way to the grocery store or post office like sleepwalkers.
We stare blankly at the television in disbelief.
We've been getting messages of sympathy from friends around the world.
We're glad you're there, and we're glad you care.
… Read full post »
The sound of the city rush hour wakes him up early.
He's been sleeping under the newspapers and cardboard,
dreaming that he's still a boy at his grandmother's house...
That he still has someone who gives a damn.
That he's still somebody!
Dreams and… Read full post »
Lucky Eddy was an over-the-road car hauler.
He had a full load of new Ford Fiasco's on the trailer...
and he was headed down the Turnpike toward Miami.
Naturally, It was a dark and stormy night.
By pure coincidence,
Harlan Crapper happened to be driving
… Read full post »
The writer sits by the open window in his comfortable room,
his feet propped up on the sill.
He holds a yellow legal pad and a felt tipped pen.
This is what he writes:
"Twilight in the afternoon.
Only two o'clock, but looking more like seven.… Read full post »
I recently wrote a little story titled “The Monkey in the Corner”.
* For reference, I am placing it at the bottom of this page.
Like life itself,
the tale lacks a good ending and has hardly any plot.
This goes against the rules of good/
There’s something about a photograph.
Many people believe that having your picture taken
steals some of your soul.
I look at pictures of friends and relatives who have died,
and I can see that soul,
especially in the eyes, the expression,
and even the… Read full post »
It was the best of times,
and then some crap happened.
Everybody loved Father FitzMother, the old Irish priest.
When his high voice sang out “Top o’ the mornin to ya”
it would put a smile on a constipated leprechaun.
Then one day folks noticed
… Read full post »
I woke up old this morning.
I don't mean that metaphorically,
or any of that.
It's just a fact:
I went to bed young and woke up old.
This is Thursday, the 12th.
Yesterday, on Wednesday the 11th,
I was a strong young man with big dreams and ambitions.
It all went by in a day!
The… Read full post »
plugged in the coffee maker,
and sat down at the computer to check his email.
There was the usual spam and forwarded jokes,
which he deleted without reading.
The sixth message subject line read "Final Notice",
and the sender was an acronym, "T.P.T.B."