STORY POEM - A Heartwarming poem in which a small child successfully negotiates for a visit to Grandma’s house and makes discoveries about him/her-self and about Grandma. Told in a regular lilting verse that your child will ask to have read to them again and again.
SHORT STORY - A retired engineer just can't escape the frustration he feels with the casual imprecision of his former supervisors and his current nurse. Writing the story resolved my actual recurring dream.
SHORT STORY - My first wife used to claim that "No good deed goes unpunished." Maybe she was right. A seasoned warrior's obviously-skilled accomplishments are noticed by his king. What could be better than being an honored leader of men?
SHORT STORY - His wife has undertaken a new hobby and involved him in foraging for materials. What could be better than an activity that brings the whole family together? What happens when a patient, tolerant, and supportive husband reaches his limit?
POEMS - My wife, Dianna, was teaching a unit on poetry to fifth-graders and thought that I should come and give them a talk on cinquains and limericks. I knew that I could do some real damage with limericks; but, cinquains? So, I started by looking up the word. Boy, what a pro!
POEM - This is an allusion to an iconic story in mythology about men doing battle with themselves. Pogo was a cartoon character, created by Walt Kelly, who said, "We have met the enemy and he is us." There, that should get you started.
Reading theater for two male voices. It's hard to love a girl with her own shotgun. [Note: Contains questionable regional dialect, immature mature dialog, descriptive violence, and mild profanity. Dang, when you put it that way, I just want to blush a little bit.]
A young man decides to introduce himself to one of a cluster of girls. (You know how they all like to stand in a group to talk?) What could go wrong? Wrong enough that the reader gets two endings to choose from.
This title seems to get a lot of attention. It's really not as salacious as it might sound. But, have you ever wondered if some men actually have the ability to make a physiologic-psycho-social connection with women, just my touching them? Hum...
My home town has a Labor Day rodeo that dates back almost 80 years. The story goes that a young boy started doing rope tricks for nickles down by the picnic grounds. Today, he is "the last of the real cowboys," and an iconic local hero.
A student of literary analysis takes a break from writing yet another lame-ass paper to throw a private hissy-fit. This is neither an essay nor a story - exactly. Maybe it’s some kind of free-verse poem.
Having lived in this small rural town for only two years, I’m still a bit of an outsider. I joined the Lion’s Club until my social anxieties got too severe. I smile and speak kindly at every opportunity, and wrote a series of positive local feature articles for the local paper. I had a stroke last year.