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My China, my sweet kitty is nearing death. He is only 3 years old, but the shock of losing his mama… (My wife) has been too much for him to take. The... The DEN is my Last Vestige of Sanity…For I so much wish to continue to be part of a community…yes a community that is genuine in their thought emotion... You held me close to your heart and let me hear love, then you held my hand and helped me stand up, then you had to leave, but gave me the gift of lov... Daddy, I miss you - especially this first Father''s Day without you -
Image (c) 2006, Karla Dorman The following poem is dedicated to the memory of my late wife Leah Cecile Wilson who passed away on 9/7/2008 from cancer…You will always be remembered... A composite of childhood snow memories…
Mom and her goat, circa 1932. After today, I shall try not to approach this subject again….but…One year ago today, I tasted true silence; a silence not of words, but of heart. It ... Part 3 in our series of The People of Logan's Roadhouse in Anderson. As a rare Southern Christmas Day snow gently falls, I think upon the gathering of family. I think upon the past but more importantly I see the future.... A time of youth a time of siblings a time to live happily with each other and then, For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the fait... It's getting close to Father's Day and this is a time when I really miss my dad. What a man, teacher, artist and shaman he was!! The Seeker: I was living with Romany Gypsies at the time Remembering the joy of wandering off into the woods hunting small game and deer during hunting season. Brought home necessary food for the table. Shoo... Was visited by a ghost on New Years Eve. Believe it or not. ? Either way is fine by me as long as your amused or bemused, then I am glad. Happy New Ye... Again from my Iphone...
No matter how long away from home one might stay. The time eventually shall come when home we must return and face the challe... The weather was unusually warm. It was in the upper 70s and even for parts of the south just two days before Thanksgiving was quite odd…
Though Christmas Eve was to be my last post…I still have a few hours before an era for me ends, and I silently on the ghost of dead cats feet in the h... Be every ready for the last light of day and treat every day as if it were your last. I guess you are wondering why I am rehashing all this now darling, but one of the reasons is to tell you that I have loved you more than life itself a... With interest waning and waxing cold like that of the dying moon…it is time. Life in 2020 was surreal. Everything we''d hoped and expected - didn''t, couldn''t happen. I asked a very dear friend of mine of who I care for very much what she thought of the last chapter of my soon to be released book; “Glimpse Of An Ang... Buy an expensive toy and see the child amuse himself for hours on end with the cardboard box it came wrappend with.
The fantasy of any child is trigge... I am always reminded of my Godfather
Every time I dip teabags in water
It’s the little things
He showed me how to wrap the teabag
Around my spoon in... Photograph taken by Theresa F. Koch I think that being a Medic in Viet-Nam was the most important thing I have done in my life.
A repost.
The following poem was written on September the 30th 2008, a very dark time in my life. It was inspired by a simple rose and a resurrection. This was ... My thanks to Ed Matalack for giving me my first laugh in eight months in regards to the photo of me and Santa…deranged Huh? My heart along with millions of others breaks of the sadness that flashed across the news. To quote a line from an old song sums up todays tragedy at ... In Reminiscence of the past, I came up with this idea of how it was like in days long gone, never again to return I used to see her every morning day in and day out as I would ride past the old farmhouse. She would be sitting in the window starring across the larg... I have thought of what ifs…if I never were, then the picture above would have ceased to be. So no matter these ponderings I am ever so thankful that t... |
