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The night before I was watching the weather radar every hour.  Long lines of green crawling up from the south; bad news for us.  We wanted to float the Big Coal River in the morning.  My son and I communicated … Continue reading

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Evening Poem, February 2, 2022

I recently had a conversation with an old friend who had just bought a copy of the novel I published over 20 years ago. I hadn’t looked at that book in a very long time, so I picked it up … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, February 2, 2022

(I actually wrote this one a long time ago, but I remembered it lately and, after all, it is Groundhog Day, so let’s do it again.) – The people of Hot Springs, Arkansas Don’t have no cares about nothin’ at … Continue reading

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Please Let Me Wonder

“And now here we are together…” Posted on August 25, 2016 by labeak52 The whole trip had been my idea, but it hadn’t been hard to sell. We drove 200 miles from Charleston, West Virginia to Roanoke, Virginia last weekend to see Brian … Continue reading

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Learning To Dance

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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Poem for August

It is always August. If time would stop, it would stand still Under the dog star. Winter lingers, but all of that season is labor Boots, gloves, scarves and coats Off and on, on and off Snow shovels and firewood … Continue reading

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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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Morning Poem, April 28, 2021

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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Evening Poem, March 25, 2021

. At twilight the great birds gather In the naked sycamores Their black wings rasping as they move From branch to branch Now they lift slowly As if through water Their wing whispers multiplied Wild and magical sound of blessing … Continue reading

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Morning Post, February 17, 2021

Remember snow days when we were kids?  While it was still dark Mom or Dad would crack the bedroom door and say ‘You can sleep in, buddy. No school today.’  Was anything ever more relaxing; more welcome?  Then breakfast was … Continue reading

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