Tag: grief

The Eagle Cried

I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer, and Vietnam Vet, Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered in the air. No breeze to wash away The scent of Satan’s hair. The Medivac’s are fading… Continue Reading “The Eagle Cried”

Passings in the Night

Passings in the Night The plan tonight was to share some Vampire tales and adventures and truly funny things, but plans change. Tonight I saw The Ghost, Nigel. He wore an impeccable black suit, his hair was a perfect glossy black and all in… Continue Reading “Passings in the Night”

Short Story Sunday: Two Stories – “Maybe” and “The Offer”

A new story for 2020 Maybe My phone dinged with another text message. I really needed to mute the sound. Jay: I am so sorry about Ryan. Me: Thank you. Jay: I saw your photo. Your still hot. Me: You still can’t spell. Another… Continue Reading “Short Story Sunday: Two Stories – “Maybe” and “The Offer””

Poetry, Ghosts, and Vampires

He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite The sounds of nothing but the woods. Then he vanished Never to be seen by me again. He was my best friend, Falling … Continue Reading “Poetry, Ghosts, and Vampires”

Tangled Tales: Permission to Mourn

Druce the Warlock was missing his friend Morcant the Selkie. Druce was missing a lot of old friends as he stayed at home like everyone else. He’d stopped listening to the daily updates from Governor Newsom. The only thing he’d look at was the… Continue Reading “Tangled Tales: Permission to Mourn”

Passings in the Night

Passings in the Night The plan tonight was to share some Vampire tales and adventures and truly funny things, but plans change. Tonight I saw The Ghost, Nigel. He wore an impeccable black suit, his hair was a perfect glossy black and all in… Continue Reading “Passings in the Night”

Passings in the Night

Passings in the Night The plan tonight was to share some Vampire tales and adventures and truly funny things, but plans change. Tonight I saw The Ghost, Nigel. He wore an impeccable black suit, his hair was a perfect glossy black and all in… Continue Reading “Passings in the Night”

The Quiet Beauty of San Miniato al Monte

Last week, it seems like yesterday, and it seems like a hundred years ago, I was at San Miniato al Monte monastery and cemetery in Florence, Italy. The church was built in the year 1018 with no power tools, and workers who no doubt… Continue Reading “The Quiet Beauty of San Miniato al Monte”

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