“Can I go out and play with my new B-B gun?” I asked. My Uncle looked over and replied, “It’s a gun and it ain’t for playing.”  He went back to reading the Humboldt Beacon. “I could use some help… Continue reading

(January 1979) The morning’s cold and gray. Heavy and lonely with jus’ me. Before the sun rises, a new day, To hide a tear they mustn’t see. A hug, a kiss, and a goodbye wave. I hate leaving those that… Continue reading

(March 1982) The word of love We spoke too fast Hoping for something That would not last. The love of our life Gone but not forgotten I’d have made you my wife Your memory lingers on. How the thought pains… Continue reading

(February 1996) Snappin’ out a bronc, Feel yer heart a beatin’ Chokin’ back on the dust. Continue reading

(July 1976) Your heart may be like a dove, But mine is like a sparrow; It takes no time for me to love, So quickly Cupid aims his arrow. Even thought two hearts shattered And from those feeling love’s through,… Continue reading

(March 1, 1986) Tonight I shaved off my mustache, Looking at the same old face (in the mirror;) Like seeing the same old spot on the wall, Drives you crazy as you keep on staring. The days go so fast… Continue reading

(August 1977) The door knob is dented. The door is closed, Waiting to be opened. It remains darkened And musty behind it. It is opened. Clothes hanging, All well used. Coats and jackets. And books. Cramped and dusty; An old… Continue reading

“Open the door,” Adam yelled, “Before I smash it in!” He stood on the outside of the trailer after I had tricked him into stepping outside to fight. Within minutes we heard him get in his car and drive away.… Continue reading

(August 1977) White water. Faster. Harder. Ice water And rocks. Riffles, Big And small, Bouncing the little kayak. Throwing it about. Down, Then up again. Twisting In tormented waters And hidden rocks. Crashing. Dashing in the water. Sinking, Rolling the… Continue reading

(July 1976) Blond hair; Knotted and snarled. Blue eyes, Only one leg. Thirteen years old. Her doll; Since she was two. It’s no good. But it’s highly prized. Memorable value. She says she’ll throw it away, But she won’t. She… Continue reading