A violent wind blew in accompanied by rain, rain so fierce it felt as if the heavens were raging on the inhabitants of Earth. The sky was tinted green with strokes of grey and black mixed in. Giving off an ominous picture. The storm it seemed; had rolled in from nowhere. The old man stoodContinue reading “The Old Man – in the house – By The Sea. (a short story)”
Through the trees comes sunshine.It fights to make itself seen. In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.Waking up the sleepy inhabitants. I step out of my back door.I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view. I lift myContinue reading “Small Town Symphony”
To Fight: A battle or combat, ability, will, to contend in any manner, strive vigorously for or against something. The call to action is great, it comes from the mouths of the multitude. Screams and shouts of encouragement, prayers being lofted high to heaven, looking for a place to land. Some say fighting should beContinue reading “A Battle to fight”
People spend their entire lives Looking for the perfect moment When we’re children we dream of adulthood Looking for the future as if it’s gone somewhere without us One day we wise up, start forgetting the past, living in the now, and resolve to praying for the future In life we encounter conflict We wonderContinue reading “From the Typewriter #5”
This sip of coffee warms me up. It wakes up my insides, dusts offthe cobwebs that have formedovernight. To say that I don’t need coffeewould be like saying the sun doesn’t need the moon,Or me not needing you. It’s ridiculous and untrue.
I want to have an open discussion in the comments about the books that we loved (or didn’t love so much) this year. While we were locked down, what kept you focused in? What book took you to another world? What book took your mind off your present reality?
There I stood A mountain before me So big the shadow It seemed to swallow Earth whole I had a thought One of might proportions Yet small beginnings Faith the size of seeds Could crumble this mass In a moment confidence Welled up in my chest I spoke Down it came Light poured over meContinue reading “Forgotten Thoughts from my Typewriter #2”
People spend their entire lives looking for the perfect moment When we’re children we dream of adulthood, looking for the future as if it’s gone somewhere without us. One day we wise up, start forgetting the past, living in the now, and resolve to praying for the future. In life we encounter conflict, we wonderContinue reading “Forgotten Thoughts from my Typewriter”
There’s something about a worn out book or journal the story contained within the pages is a life lived worth telling about open it up and read even a little and you’ll see the tears, the wear, the soft pages, and frayed corners are evidence of different seasons of use, tears, joy, sadness, happiness, loss,Continue reading “Stories Lived – Stories Told”