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  • Kool

    pLuNdERiNG LiVEs

      He started with homegrown tobacco and at the ripe old age of five, he was allowed to smoke in the house. When I was a young child he smoked Lucky Strike; a brand nearly forgotten now. Later I remember Pall Mall, and last of all L & M. After his heart attack and quadruple…

  • disposable

    d i Sp OS aBLE SociETy

      This old homeplace stands along a road I travel frequently and I kept telling myself I was not going to take a picture of it. The main reason is that it’s one of those old houses where the heirs have built a new house right next door and somehow I just can’t digest the…

  • kine

    kine

      kine ‘kīn archaic plural of cow   Darkness had fallen on the feedlot and in the barns and on a normal evening we would have been up at the house settling in for the night. Preparation for the morning milking began at 4:30 AM so bedtime was always early. This night found us in…

  • m i S s i N G

    m i S s i N G

      and other times, it feels like something is missing     i let go of your hand like a wheel on a track the sky was unfolding i’d have fought the world for you call my name and i’ll be there i’ll see you through you’re the color of the sky you’re the whispering…

  • t E A R

    the purr of a feline

      How do you write a tear? Can you possibly convey the burning sensation as it wells up at the rim of your eye? Sometimes they dissipate with no flow. Other times one or two spill over the limit and trickle onto your cheek. Late at night when I lie in the darkness hearing the…

  • green handled shovel

    green handled shovel

      The green handled shovel fit perfectly in a tall kitchen garbage bag and with a two foot handle it laid on the back floor board of the car without sliding around. Many times as I would drive the winding road down the mountain into town I’d spot wildflowers along the way and find a…

  • left hanging

    left hanging

      It was one of those screen doors with a spring to ensure it closed behind a person and every time it did there was an unmistakable squeak followed by a slam. Sometimes, when the latch was left hanging, the wind caught the door, flinging it wildly open, stretching the spring and separating the coils.…

  • porch swings

    poRcH sWiNGs

      Remember those carefree days when you sat on a porch swing in the evening and listened as the sounds of night began one by one to chime together creating a symphony? Do you recall the breeze touching lightly on your face and the feeling of it brushing away the heat of the sun and…

  • cat eye

    cat eye marble

      My Grandmother lived her entire adult life in a shotgun house. In fact, she quietly slipped away one Christmas morning while the world around her home of three rooms was filled with the joy of children’s excitement and laughter as they ripped paper from boxes, and ribbons floated unnoticed to the floor. Her possessions…

  • the old road

    the old road

      When I captured this image, I kept thinking one day thoughts would flow as they sometimes do, but everything that comes to mind are things better left unsaid. The new bridge sits between the old bridge and the trestle track, but I drove across the old road, parked, and captured this image.