Ryan gazed on the last of daylight’s fading, serenity marred by near sounds of highway passings, white lights in movement to the east and red to west into and out of the near town. Dogs barked, agitated and vocal for reasons they couldn’t explain but struck at something in them just as people […]
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Journal Pages
EAGLES
There is a bald eagle that keeps watch over our pastures. This time of year, it is always there—watching, observing, waiting. To one who rarely sees, they appear majestic, powerful, regal. The longer you are around them—you learn. Eagles are lazy. They are scavengers and opportunists and even with […]
Short Story
UNWANTED CIGAR
“I didn’t think you wanted a cigar tonight.” “I didn’t.” “Then why are you having one?” “All I wanted was to sit down to a little quiet and read…I have moved and tried every room, space, and area in the house. There is no […]
Journal Pages
TRUE DEVOTION
He read the morning’s passage and thought of a mother’s love: all she does and gives in times and eras of aridity: tired, stressed, worn, sad, doubting; and still she loves—giving, sacrificing, unknowing if child sees, knows, cares, or understands the completeness of her love when not lived as smile and worn gaiety. […]