Well, dear readers, I once again have a Kindle thanks to the generosity of a friend (Thanks Mr. Scott). I have finished one book and am half way through another one. In the morning before work, I am sitting down with my coffee and reading as I finish my breakfast. It is a relaxing way …
Tag: death
It is
it is sad when the poet runs out of words runs out lyrics to sing and the chambers of thoughts once over flowing are empty then the poet isn't a poet any more and slowly begins to die
A New Lonely Mountain
There is a place in Central Pennsylvania where the trees are weeping and the mountain itself is sighing. It's protector, it's guardian is dead, passed into another realm to be reunited with his lady love, my grandmother, Honey. Yesterday, my grandfather better known to his family and friends as Popper or Pappa, passed into the Summer …
Papa (Flash Fiction)
**Update - 7/26/2013 - Please note this is a bit of flash fiction I wrote. My own beloved, Papa, is home. Papa died in the morning and in the modern fashion he was buried two weeks later on a muggy afternoon ignoring every command he gave. People wept, wailed and their eyes were dry before …
Letting Go..
Recently, I discovered that one of my favorite authors was ending a series that I have been reading for the better part of ten years. It saddens me, but I get it. She needs to me move on and it is time for us to let go Sookie Stackhouse and her fangy friends. Charlaine Harris's …
The Wrong Road
There were not two roads in a yellow wood, but a highway that stretched for ages beyond the horizon with exits and options for adventures and misadventures on and on it went risking and losing more than gained hoping to find just the right one the road looped back again home again Wrong Road, Right Road …
My New Challenge
Thirty days without soda and so far I haven't retreated to the comforts of carbonation. I feel better and today, my jeans glided on instead of being pulled and tugged while I contort myself into them. I have been trying to think of what to work on for my next thirty day challenge. I want …
Folk
I come from mountain Folks Hillbilly trash you might say Who bore winters colder than your stare Built lives on mountain sides In cracks and crevices worked the land Bringing life from stone Whose bodies may have broken But their spirits never died So they got up again And again Three times grandma’s back broke …
Flying Free
They thought your trips and stumbles were the sign, the end was near, and whispered as you walked that the angel of Death had given you a fright. No one saw how the angels held your arm and let you stand, Walking straight and true with dignity and grace. Or how they whisper that everyone …
Expressing Gratitude
Expressing Gratitude. The day that I interviewed for my first teaching job, I meet a red haired goddess who welcomed me to the school as if I already had the job. She probably had some inside information, but still I remember thinking after talking to her that I wanted this job more than anything in …
Lucinda Rose 