Muse for Monday

My history is littered with poetry pertaining to war. By far, some of the most realistic and poignant pieces I have ever written were about war. In fact, my writing career began over a poem never expected to be about war. Many which followed it were a complete surprise…not unlike this one.

Memorial Day Children

Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia

I wrote this memoir ten Memorial Days ago. Now, more than twenty years later, the day remains fresh in my memory as though it happened today. Partly, this is because it has happened on more than one Memorial Day. I hope you celebrate with your family in the spirit of what Memorial Day truly means. […]

Per Request

Last night’s SEP held some very old pieces. Laurie sweetly asked when she could expect me to unravel the conundrum left at the end of the post. I replied with today.

Saturday Evening Post

What an utterly bizarre week. The end of the week has come, and I feel certain I accomplished nothing at all. Yet, I have proof to the contrary. Fever is a terrible thing, which is closely followed by anesthetic on the list of things I would prefer to avoid at all costs. Clyde is back. […]

Just Write Poetry

Mantra

Some of the M3 Readers noticed my three day absence this week, both from M3 and from social media. During times I am missing, I usually give Mantra a chance to fill in the blank spaces. Alas, she was out of town.