Journey

Wandering down a country road, in search of clarity and purpose, A man saw a barn. It was a landmark in rural decline. A place of broken dreams from the past. The day was dismal, and stormy. Forlorn thoughts clouded his mind. He paused at the crossing, and stood in the wind and the rain. [...]

Cindy

Always had a smile, My very best friend, A little older, At times, my mother hen. You gave me a name, I still keep today, You were the one, with whom I wanted to play. But now, like then, We have to part ways.   Others frowned at our friendship, But little did they know, [...]

Interruptions in Life

Reading can bring back memories, help to understand oneself with respect to the past, the present, and even give direction in life. It can stimulate the imagination and desire to create outside of a story, and make one's own stories. "The Song of the Lark" strikes many such chords for me. Through Cather's quiet introspective [...]

Without Friends

Summer's secrets hold much in store... frolicking, playing, and more Sadness, and storms, with thunder and lightening, Keeping one up it's quite frightening. Life and death are fare game... Without friends it wouldn't be the same. For my friends by TiffanyCreek

When you can see…

Jeffrey Jones offered these very touching words upon the death of my mom.  She was an art teacher at New Richmond High School.  Her popularity among students, even those who never had her as a teacher, gained her the name Mart, for Ma' Art. After my graduation, Mart came up to me and said she [...]