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Death by Chocolate

Chocolate as a means of murder? (Image by aleksandra85foto from Pixabay ) Death by Chocolate A man wants my take on his novel where a wife dies with a peanut in her mouth after we’ve met her husband, in the […]

Chocolate as a means of murder? (Image by aleksandra85foto from Pixabay)

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Chocolate as a means of murder? (Image by aleksandra85foto from Pixabay ) Death by Chocolate A man wants my take on his novel where a wife dies with a peanut in her mouth after we’ve met her husband, in the […]

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Writing Brother

Image by Annie Spratt from Pixabay It was you and I, Then; That summer I took $100 And bought a Sears electric typewriter, A brother in disguise, and You, a manual one; it was a Brother, too.   Oh,

Halloween 382 Miles Away

Image by Andreas Lischka from Pixabay I drove back 382 miles and 39 years To what’s no longer a home. Searching for something.   I killed him years ago, But, we have unfinished business. The shovel is so

Image by SEBASTIEN MARTY from Pixabay

Catchy

Wear cotton masks where'er you go stay miles away from strangers Wash hands til they turn cracked and red Report scofflaws to rangers Raid grocers shelves at 6 am make shopping trips a caper Buy

Old Leather

The dogwood I planted last year has sprouted darts, rocks piled on the side, boastful testaments, to pick and shovel, digging bar, Yes I did it labor.   Just across from the dogwood, the trunk of a neighbor, now gray and

I Want a Leader

Photo used under a Creative Commons license from flickr user R. Miller.   I Want a Leader   I want a leader who walks in the wood, sits on a log without thinking he could Buy it

Willow

The dappled willow thrived where the waterlogged yellow cypress had withered.   “They’ll drink all the water you can give ‘em,” said the tree farmer, throwing the willow in my pickup.   Over two summers the shrub, un-pruned

A Nephew’s Hug

It was the right time   For the longest hug.   Had my nephew fathomed the death of his own younger brother?   Did he know his powerful, but soothing words, the prior night’s eulogy, quoting my own father’s favorite poem needed to

Jackson and Beirut

In 2008, while working for the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, I traveled to Mississippi, as a “released staff” to the AFL-CIO to cover the unions’ campaign for Ronnie

Can’t Beat This

The late U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Director Sean Hamilton fly-fishing. Photo used under a Creative Commons license of flickr user USFWS. One of my favorite bike rides in

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