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The Water Oak

My first son and I, both of us long limbed,
just can grasp hands around the unfriendly bosom
of the old water oak out front.  On its south side …
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Poems

Jim Bell

I think this was the first time I realized I liked my father.

I’d always loved him, of course. I loved him the way little girls in feel-good movies do. 371 more words

Love

22 Day of NaBloPoMo/The Growing Up

The day of the funeral dawned dark and rainy, befitting the occasion.  Most of the family had gathered at Grandma’s house early at her invitation.  She promised hot coffee and donuts for anyone who needed a lift before going to the cemetery.  435 more words

NaBloPoMo

A Passed Down .308

The morning of November 18th didn’t go as planned.

With not enough sleep, my boyfriend Chris and I headed to the woods in search of a Maine whitetail. 1,212 more words

The Compassion To The Saints

Rev 21:4  and he shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; and death shall be no more; neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain, any more: the first things are passed away. 1,354 more words

Eschatology

Good Food

Momma cooked today

we sat down and ate

we talked and laughed – just us two

now, don’t get me wrong, Momma is a good cook… 89 more words

Poetry

Chapter Eleven

It was Thanksgiving and the leaves were well stripped from the trees. The tawny reds and warmly glowing oranges and yellows of the fall were gone, leaving only small clusters of leaves clinging to the highest most points of the trees. 1,430 more words

Fiction