Category Archives: Writing

The two travelers

I’ve always been intrigued by Mississippi’s amazing extremes. Here’s a little tale I made up to explain it… The hot sun burned down on the rich, black soil.  Man had never set foot into this wild area until one day, … Continue reading →

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Time to thrive

Harry Potter’s scar burned whenever Voldemort was near.  The survivor’s did whenever he thought about his cancer.  He laughed. Whatever didn’t kill him had made him slightly insane.  His scar was killing him. The cancer survivor sat in a corner … Continue reading →

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Up in the Delta sky

The crop duster danced through the Delta sky in a graceful aerial ballet.  The pilot hit the button, sprayed the soybeans and yanked hard back on the stick.  The crop duster quickly went skyward just before the yellow Air Tractor … Continue reading →

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The Ruins

It was the battle of the headlights versus the Southwest Mississippi darkness. And the darkness was winning.  “It’s like driving through ink,”he thought as he flew past Alcorn State’s entrance.  He dodged a startled doe and pulled his Porsche off the … Continue reading →

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Life & Water

Life is like water. I wants to seek the easiest path as it flows downhill.  It naturally wants to wind its way around obstacles as it flows from the source to the sea.  But the lives, like water, that encounter … Continue reading →

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The Final D-Day

On June 6, 2011, in the corner of a forgotten nursing home, sat a forgotten man who was desperately trying to forget. The old man looked around at the room; it was a cloudy blur. Cataracts were taking his one … Continue reading →

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National Cancer Survivors’ Day

So it’s National Cancer Survivors’ Day.  I’m not expecting any balloons. Not a cake. Nor cards.  Nope — it’s just a normal day. But that’s OK. If you’ve had cancer, you come to crave “normal.” I’ll spend the day working. … Continue reading →

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Sitting on the deck of a bay

I’m sitting on a screened-in porch on the third floor, overlooking a bay while wind whispers through the tops of the pines.  Three squirrels are playing in the trees, jumping from pine to pine in a rodent version of Russian … Continue reading →

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A memorable Memorial Day

Captain Arthur Grogan’s last living memory was of burning flames licking his face.  Anti-aircraft artillery had hit his F4U-1D Corsair while he was strafing an airfield over the Japanese island stronghold of Rabaul. Fire. Smoke. Blood. Pain. Blackness and then … Continue reading →

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Statement from the Kennedy Family to Arnold

“Ask not what you did to our cousin, ask what we’re going to do to you.”

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