Tag Archives: creative writing

Morning Poem, November 21, 2017

  Outside my door the frost clings to limb and leaf To the grass and fenceposts In the morning sunlight all is shining white Only birds move, and they reverently In the frame of this perfect picture Their flight is … Continue reading

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evening post, November 20, 2017

On that clear November afternoon the autumn sunlight held the last hint of summer.   As he stood on the lawn, rake in hand, the day changed with the wind.  When the breeze coming off the mountain stiffened he could … Continue reading

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Writing Overtime

Here is an interview discussing the writing of Overtime: A Basketball Parable.  You can get the book for free on Amazon.com until Monday by clicking here.   How did Overtime come to be written? I really did not have it … Continue reading

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Mid-day Post, October 29, 2017

    Every turn in the stream is a new world I marvel at the green and blue; water and sky And the young men that swing from dangling ropes Into the rushing current For a moment one body, tossed … Continue reading

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    The river of life flows over the bed of our character In time, the rough places may be made smooth Aqua petrum vincit:  Water defeats rocks. . But what does time’s victory leave behind? Only a smooth, grey … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, October 28, 2017

    The river of life flows over the bed of our character In time, the rough places may be made smooth Aqua petrum vincit:  Water defeats rocks. . But what does time’s victory leave behind? Only a smooth, grey … Continue reading

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Mid-day Post, October 23, 2017

            That night as he pondered his decision sleep would not come. He knew that there would be repercussions either way.  If she said no, word of that would get out.  Not that she would … Continue reading

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morning poem, Oct. 19, 2017

  The rocking chair sits in the bright morning sun Its bare wood bleached by relentless summers It does not resist Even its stationary pose is restful In the sea breeze it totters slightly As if in memory of one … Continue reading

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Afternoon Post, Oct. 18, 2017

  In late afternoon, the declining sun shines across the water like a skater over ice.  The white foam on the breakers is incandescent and electric, brighter than all else around, catching the radiance at just the right angle.   The … Continue reading

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Mid-day Post, Oct. 18, 2017

  Early morning and we are in kayaks on the marsh We weave on little rivers around islands of spike grass And learn the names of things The clumsy cormorants, resting, each on its own post Then ospreys and eagles, … Continue reading

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