Tag Archives: fiction

Learning To Dance

Posted on September 9, 2021 by labeak52

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 5, 2021

Posted on August 5, 2021 by labeak52

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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Morning Poem, April 28, 2021

Posted on April 28, 2021 by labeak52

First thing I hear is the sound of a train Did it wake me? I know its route It comes out of the south Will it take me? It bellows and moans, like a calf in pain.

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Afternoon Post, August 23, 2020

Posted on August 23, 2020 by labeak52

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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Morning Post, February 22, 2020

Posted on February 22, 2020 by labeak52

I’d love to go hunting again.  It’s been years, now.  Decades since I took to the woods with my gun and for so long I have never given it a thought.  Life was crowded and not in a bad way.  … Continue reading →

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Writing Lesson #1

Posted on January 31, 2020 by labeak52

If you are going to write anything worthwhile, anything that anyone will be affected by or remember, know this: don’t even aim at catching the bluebird.  Just write as much as you need to to remind the reader that the … Continue reading →

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Morning Poem #2, January 30, 2020

Posted on January 30, 2020 by labeak52

Why does the snow capture me so? These first flakes, few and far between Dropping from heaven Must be a sign . Do I dream of lighted hearths And the return of those Whose chairs have been empty Now these … Continue reading →

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Morning Poem, January 30, 2020

Posted on January 30, 2020 by labeak52

Now comes the snow At last, a covering Or so we will hope On this grey day . All that is broken and dead All that the turning of the earth Has cast aside Will disappear . And all will … Continue reading →

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The Old Mansion in Town

Posted on September 5, 2019 by labeak52

If the house could be said to have had a golden age, this was it.  The Phillips girls were all handsome and well dressed and they navigated the Walhonde High School social scene with aristocratic grace and confidence. In the … Continue reading →

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Justice

Posted on September 5, 2019 by labeak52

Since we were to live in Houston only about a year, long enough for dad to make his contribution to the engineering of a new polyethylene plant in Taft, Louisiana, we moved into an apartment instead of buying a house.  … Continue reading →

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