The smoke from Colorado blew in just before dawnWhen the sun came up it created something different, not a golden hour, more like bronze. The dusty haze of a beautiful rebirth that is a forest fire, everything burns up and comes back healthier and more full. Like life, we feel the flames get close enoughContinue reading “Consuming Beauty”
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Make it Count
End of the day cool creeps in, slow at first, you don’t notice. Sitting on the porch watching the sun sink away into nothing, well something, we just can’t see it. Another day down, did I make it count? That’s always the question I ask myself at the end of the day. Sometimes I knowContinue reading “Make it Count”
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”
The Old Man – in the house – By The Sea. (a short story)
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)”
Small Town Symphony
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”
A Fishing Tale
One summer on the Gunnison I learned to fly fish. Learned is a loose term, lucky is more accurate. I stood on the wing dam and threw out my line, praying for the best. To my surprise, no bites were taken, they knew better than to fall to this beginner. Later on, a timely castContinue reading “A Fishing Tale”
Caverns
I yell into the dark; echoes are all I hear. It seems there is no one on the other side to return my call. I forge ahead into the bleak inky black caverns of my mind. Somewhat afraid, yet eager, to see what I’ll find. I’m hopeful that on the other side is light breakingContinue reading “Caverns”
Far Away
Far away from here is where you have moved Far away from sickness and fear, where your body has been renewed. My heart aches and longs to hear your voice One thing I know, you’re in Heaven, and for that I rejoice. It will feel like a lifetime until we meet again For I willContinue reading “Far Away”
A Battle to fight
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”
Nate Melugin 