Unusual, it is, to have come this time of year. Yet, it’s a breath of fresh air. Or much like the touch from the one you love. I miss the rain and the feelings that accompany its drops. The smell, sitting on the front porch taking it all in, and remembering about a time IContinue reading “Longing – Golden Age Thinking”
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The Traveller
The fire is a pleasant relief from the cold. Outside, a whirlwind of flurries and ice make their way through this flatland. Creating a frozen tundra of dirt and tumbleweeds. Feeling comes back to my fingers… slowly.It seems my mind has to thaw as well. The long road ahead beckons like a side street prostitute,Continue reading “The Traveller”
Falling back into the season
A wild wind blows through causing the red dirt to swirl and consume the air and all that’s in its path. The feel of fall is apparent in the change from too hot to a welcome cool that holds a secret of what’s to come. For all in west Texas, this seems to be somethingContinue reading “Falling back into the season”
First Breakfast
At the breakfast table we gather. Rain patters on the window outside. The coffee is hot. The cloud cover provides a feeling of comfort, one we haven’t felt during this ole drought. The record player spins softly in the background, turning out the sounds reminiscent of a time long past. Yet it’s happening now, andContinue reading “First Breakfast”
Two worlds, a Canvas, And a Mountain Top.
On the cusp of two worlds is where I feel my feet find traction. The austere way in which I see myself leaves no room to adjust. I feel as if I have blocked my way. When did they get so tall? At times I can see from a birds-eye view all that I am,Continue reading “Two worlds, a Canvas, And a Mountain Top.”
Seasons Change
All these long hot summer days got me thinkin bout cooler times. Better weather, with a frozen haze hanging low like a cold blanket, laid out by God to let us know the seasons still change. Faster and faster these days go it seems. Time was slower when I was a kid, it’s strange.I lookContinue reading “Seasons Change”
Don’t Cry For Me
Up here, you wouldn’t believe it, there are no tears. I see the way you cry, yet I can not do the same. Not for lack of care or love, if I could do something it’s my love for you that I would proclaim. But, all I can do is watch from above. Here thereContinue reading “Don’t Cry For Me”
The Picture in My Nightstand
There’s a picture of you in the nightstand by my bed.It was “the best one” my mom had said. To me, it’s something you see in a bad dream.One you wake up from and can’t help but scream. I sometimes think of the life I’ve lived since you went away.What would you think of someContinue reading “The Picture in My Nightstand”
Seven
The day comes around, expectedly.I know it’s coming, still, it’s a punch to the face. Since you left it seems life is moving at a speed of light pace. Seven, the amount of months you’ve been gone. It never gets easier. If life were a game of chess, losing you wasn’t the moving of aContinue reading “Seven”
Wild Horses
We were broke that year there wasn’t much rain. We took the horses out to the dry golden plain. A place that seemed you could see for days, riding the open space thinking things would never change. thinking back on that now grateful for where we are today To my wife, and Muffin and justice.Continue reading “Wild Horses”
Nate Melugin 