Tag Archives: creative writing

Afternoon Post, August 5, 2021

When Wendell Douglas come back from the war he looked to be about a foot taller.  He’d volunteered as soon as he was of age and shipped out right before the Allies took the beaches in Normandy.  He didn’t see … Continue reading

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Afternoon Post, August 23, 2020

The law was here an hour or two ago.  Wantin’ to know about that car that’s been parked over there by them trees. Been there for days.  I didn’t know how it got there, I told them.  They asked if … Continue reading

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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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Country Song

I walked down main street yesterday All the stores are gone away Boarded windows, bolted doors It isn’t what it was before ‘Cause once upon a time this place Was filled with God’s amazing grace . . People used to … Continue reading

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Country Song

I walked down main street yesterday All the stores are gone away Boarded windows, bolted doors It isn’t what it was before ‘Cause once upon a time this place Was filled with God’s amazing grace . . People used to … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, May 8, 2019

Now in early evening The killdeer fly close to the ground Just above the grass As if skimming across a lake or river Are they held low by the weight of the coming darkness Some grey gravity of death . … Continue reading

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Evening Poem, January 9, 2019

I saw a redbird in a bush this January day The bush was bare branches, brittle twigs Grey as the winter sky And the bright bird perched within, alone Like a beating heart Like the fire of life in some … Continue reading

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The First Day of Winter

On the first day of winter he awoke and stood at his window and looked out on his fields wet with rain.  It had taken him longer this year to clean the banks and hillsides.  He no longer went at … Continue reading

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Inside the Cavern

As they neared the top of the hill they came out from under the forest and stood before a great rock face that arched back into the hillside like the end of some huge stadium.  Rachel stood now in the … Continue reading

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