Category Archives: Writing

The Gift

I woke up ten minutes before my alarm clock went off. Its big red numbers screamed 3:59 a.m. at me as I just stared at them. I couldn’t go back to sleep.  The silence of the morning accompanied me as … Continue reading

Posted in Cancer, Writing | 1 Comment

The Best Father’s Day Gift of All

In the 1970’s we had plenty to worry about. Stagflation, Vietnam, the Bermuda Triangle, the metric system, an oil crisis, Iran hostages, nuclear war, killer bees, Billy Beer, disco — I spent most of my childhood scared half to death. … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Leave a comment

Why Banjo?

My pen created his face again.  A face that we haven’t see in nearly a year now. But it’s one we see a lot in our head and heart. I drew Banjo for the first time in a while Saturday. … Continue reading

Posted in Cartoon, Writing | 4 Comments

The Oak

It was just another average Saturday morning long run. I leapt over a puddle and emerged from the woods just as the sun peeked over the horizon. I headed east and then south, along the Natchez Trace Parkway.  To my … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Leave a comment

National Cancer Survivor’s Day

The sun peeked into the window as I crawled out of bed — I always try to catch the gift of a sunrise. I wandered into the bathroom and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My shirt was off … Continue reading

Posted in Cancer, Writing | 1 Comment

Bob

The hot noonday sun baked the large crowd assembled in the country graveyard. I could feel swear running down my face as Bob’s casket pulled hard at my tired arms.  I looked at the other five pallbearers and saw they … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | Leave a comment

Franklin’s Hudson’s Memorial Day

As the small ship cut through the light surf, Franklin Hudson scanned the horizon for Hell. His ancient eyes were as blue as the surrounding sea. He stood on the bow, watching the tropical island loom on the horizon. Salt … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | 6 Comments

Moore, Oklahoma

All around Mississippi this morning, our scars are burning. Scars on our bodies, our landscape and our hearts. We watch the devastating scenes from Oklahoma and we pray. We see parents living our worst nightmares — children found dead buried … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | 6 Comments

Listening to their sergeants

I looked out at the kids in the Hilton ballroom and thought about the changes they were about to face. “Kids” might not be the right word because even though they were 18, they just had made a decision that … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | 1 Comment

Falling from the Delta Sky

This is sequel to the short stories “Above the Delta Sky” and “Beneath the Delta Sky” From the book, Fried Chicken & Wine. A tiny lone yellow crop duster soared above the dark green fields of the Mississippi Delta.  Its … Continue reading

Posted in Writing | 1 Comment