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“Angry voice of gratitude.”


I will never forget the sunny Monday morning inside the coffee shop, knowing you had seen me dozens if not hundreds of times reading the new paper. But on this particular morning, your cheerful smiling hello sparked my day of depression its hope when you agreed to hike a local trail with me. I was happy using my new hiking poles to steady my walk, … Continue reading “Angry voice of gratitude.”

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“Table talk.”


The town of Creighton New Hampshire was to celebrate the 1948 class reunion of the small towns only high school with 43 of the original 97 class members still alive. On Friday morning the weekend of the festivities at the Jenkins diner, in Creighton New Hampshire an elderly man enters shuffling along in search of a place to sit. He stopped at a table occupied by … Continue reading “Table talk.”

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“Fathers Day.”


Today men all over America are celebrating Father’s Day spending time with their families, throwing a ball in the yard or enjoying a quiet day they all deserve. My father, taught me by example that every day is “Fathers Day” because my father worked consistently, rarely taking a day off, never taking a vacation, leaving town for special occasions like funerals but always providing for … Continue reading “Fathers Day.”

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“The circle of life: Birth to Death.”


A man and woman conceived a child. Some people debate when the circle of life begins, but for this poem, the ring of a lifetime starts when a mother is aware she is carrying a child in her womb which begins the symbiotic bonding before birth. Upon birth, infants around the world are, breastfed, allowing the mother to continue providing vital nutrients building upon a … Continue reading “The circle of life: Birth to Death.”

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“Juxtapose, the yearly ceremony​.”


Again, as usual, I am seated watching the archaic traditions leaving no assumptions for what is to happen at this ceremony that has been held every year since 1877. I glance around to see the awkward familiar faces and, I imagine many other narcissists have gathered here guiltily pretending to care, making this entire ordeal infectiously annoying. I wish I could disappear, or if I had … Continue reading “Juxtapose, the yearly ceremony​.”

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“Petrified Forest National Park.”


Oh yes, the Petrified Forest National Park has been on my must-visit list for years, and my recent scenic drive tour has only conjured up plans for a re-visit to backpack the backcountry overnight and hike some of the incredible trails. The park was initially dedicated in 1906 and became a National Park in 1962. The 28-mile scenic drive gives each visitor the visual excitement … Continue reading “Petrified Forest National Park.”

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“Age and Wisdom.”


We do not celebrate wisdom, because it comes with age. Many fear age while never garnering its wisdom. Youth spends money wisdom filled people would not consider. Youth is the fertile ground for what can be obtained on credit, i.e., time. Time builds wisdom by living or suffering through life. Age is celebrated while reminiscing about younger days. Age and wisdom is hope for waking … Continue reading “Age and Wisdom.”

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“Appreciating natural surroundings.”


Usually, on the weekends mostly during the morning hours, a hiking trail fills with groups of people flaunting their newly purchased hiking and backpacking gear. These groups move along in packs of ten or more resembling a social bubble with verbal noise drowning out the beauty of songbirds chirping from the trees above. Many within the group will fail to absorb the essence and serenity … Continue reading “Appreciating natural surroundings.”

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“Travel destinations and tours.”


My travel aura was projecting as I sat reading about my next destination inside my vehicle at an eastbound I-10 rest-stop in East Texas. Actually, it was my Florida tags Jess Duran observed who greeted me with a hearty “good morning and our conversation continued for the next hour or more about our travels past and future. Jess is a lifelong Los Angeles Dodgers fan and … Continue reading “Travel destinations and tours.”

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“Astonished tantrum.”


I have witnessed unbelievable angry tantrums by toddlers, children, teenagers, and adults. But, during an incredibly beautiful wedding, I watched as a 5’4″, 180-pound, grey-haired woman, with red lipstick, crimson rouge applied to her cheeks appearing to be in her late eighties was slowly escorted into the church on the arm of who I later learned was her grandson. She used a cane painted blue … Continue reading “Astonished tantrum.”

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“Vaguely bestowed history.”


Ms, Charlotte Wetzler, was seated on the main stage, looking out upon well over 500-hundred guests who are her former students and the recipients of her 42- years of teaching eight and ninth grade American and World history. Accompanying the stage with Ms. Wetzler are members of her school’s administration, School board members, politicians and the master of ceremonies along with the keynote guest speaker … Continue reading “Vaguely bestowed history.”

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“Authentic Migrations.”


Capturing sunrise photos while stopped at the “Sols Cliff scenic overlook with views of Bar Harbor Maine from inside Acadia National Park. The crisps winds of an early September cold weather front, caused my eyes to tear and blur my exquisite views leaving only the distant ocean waves sounds lapping against the shore for my senses to consume. Wiping my eyes, I feel at peace … Continue reading “Authentic Migrations.”

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“Montgomery Alabama.”


  On a cold rainy spring day, I toured several critical locations in the city of Mongomery Alabama which is ground zero of the Civil Rights Era in America. In 1877 the Dexter St. Baptist Church was founded when congregants moved from the First Colored Baptist Church in Montgomery Al. In 1954, at 26-years of age, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr was chosen and assigned as … Continue reading “Montgomery Alabama.”

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“Our timeless love.”


Our family, our children, forty years we made. The mind-numbing daily routine we made. Our separate sleeping bedrooms we agreed. Because of commitments, our love has become veiled from one another, allowing our hearts to become etched hallowed caves. Our separate cars to attend church we agreed. Our time for one another is thwarted with hobbies and volunteer positions and we reflect our emotions without … Continue reading “Our timeless love.”

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“Churn or grind.”


The daily WordPress word prompt inspires thoughtful, creative writing ideas based on the WordPress user’s past experiences with the word which can hold various meanings and definitions. The word churn, cause me to think of the word grind. Let me explain, the word “churn” based on my history holds significant connotations, when my high school football coach used the word “churn,” as a reference to players moving their … Continue reading “Churn or grind.”

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“Layers upon layers of hope.”


Attending a funeral, a retirement gathering, a college or high school graduation, of a family member or friend allows for personal self-reflection. Your thoughts peel away layers of life’s reality igniting and stirring emotions, to bring tears to your eyes similar to peeling layers of an onion. Life is similar to the layers of an onion when reaching the center lies the heart, filled with hope for a … Continue reading “Layers upon layers of hope.”

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Betrayed and frantic, I think not!”


Since Feb I have enjoyed and settled into the Florida warmth, and because of cold temperatures, I used my backpacking pants’ less than a week. As March winds to an end, my mind repeatedly drifts to traveling the roads in the vast western US and hiking/backing treelined canopy trails. Although my focus has been to complete a short story novel for self-publication my various editors … Continue reading Betrayed and frantic, I think not!”

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“I’d Rather Be.”


The weekly photo challenge asks the question where would you rather be. The following photos reveal where I would rather be as photography allows for the repeated return to moments when the original photo was taken, over and over and over forever.   Within the past two years, I have traveled to many different locations around the US as seen in these photos and each … Continue reading “I’d Rather Be.”

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“Identical.”


Every day since forever, I have seen you, and we are identical twins. I look into your eyes, and I see the mirror image of me. I have seen pictures of you, and you look like me. Your cheekbones, lips, eyebrows, and chin are all like mine. We are identical twins? As far back as I can remember, I dreamed of a brother or sister. … Continue reading “Identical.”

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“Blushed.”


Casandra entered the room, and I could not make eye contact, She walks past my table, and I look down at my paper, I sensed a connection, but I’m too shy to speak. Brian will not notice me when I walk into the classroom. He will not acknowledge me with eye contact. I walk past him, and I sense a connection. Twenty-seven years later inside … Continue reading “Blushed.”

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“The wisdom of patience.”


I can remember as far back as a kindergartener, hearing my mother, father, siblings, friends, and teachers, telling me, or writing in the margins of a report card, “Slow Down.” On many occasions throughout my life, I was told I need to develop and hopefully discover some patience. “Slow down,” is the repetitive word I knew more than anything throughout my life. After I retired, … Continue reading “The wisdom of patience.”

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“Time to return to the trails.”


As the days of March wind down and I continue editing, re-editing and repeating the process of my short stories. The recent cold weather in Southwest Florida provoked a wrinkle in my ability to sit outside and write. So, I traded in my shorts, tank top, and flip-flops for my long pants and long sleeve shirt. The feel of the cloth around my arms and … Continue reading “Time to return to the trails.”

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“Meander.”


During my lifetime of travel along the back roads, my reason to stop is best described as “distracted.” by what my eyes witness and I want to learn and discover the details of my initial distraction. I developed this type of travel during my twenty-five plus years of riding my touring motorcycle across the US wandering from one small town to another. (PS: Motorcycle Memoirs … Continue reading “Meander.”

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“Suddenly there is no sound.”


Suddenly there is no sound of the trail, but I feel and hear my heart pounding after my climb to summit the small peak of 2500 feet. My breathing slows matching the calmness surrounding me, and I pause to absorb the silence. I have replaced my forty hour work week noises of voices, car horns honking, rolling tire along the asphalt streets with the un-nerving … Continue reading “Suddenly there is no sound.”

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“Defining our love.”


  Our parents, families, and friends say we are too young to know love. We both wish and desire a love we neither know of or have ever experienced, yet, we have said “I love you” to one another unknown of loves potential and power. I believe we share a love for one another that feels like the wind blowing over out bodies from atop … Continue reading “Defining our love.”