Death Has No Power Over Love*

I never got to say “goodbye.” You did in the 1,917 word note you left where you shared  memories full of joy; full of sadness. Where you shared words of tenderness; words of love. Where you assured me it was not my fault; that there was nothing I...

Dancing With Jane in Three Acts*

Dancing with Jane In Three Acts ACT ONE My first words to Jane were asking her to dance. It wasn’t like I had seen her from across a crowded room and, as her eyes met mine, I knew I had to go and ask her. Actually, if the truth be known, I hadn’t seen her...

We Talk to One Another at Different Times*

We Talk to One Another at Different Times   We talk to one another at different times. I talk to you when I visitto stand at your place of rest.I speak aloud but softly.Loud enough for you to hearbut not enough to disturb the othersin resting places so near.My...

She Comes Here Sometimes in the Wee Hours

She Comes Here Sometimes in the Wee Hours She comes here sometimes.Almost always in the wee hourswhen sleep tries to hold tenaciouslyas if afraid to let go.Knowing the slightest break in the spellwould whisk me awayfrom the dreamsand the joy that often live there.And...

I Just Couldn’t Hold You Tight Enough*

I Just Couldn’t Hold You Tight Enough* I just couldn’t hold you tight enough.Couldn’t wrap my arms around you and squeezeall those black memories away.Lord knows I tried.Tried to keep the light shining in your eyes,that sweet smile on your lips.Most of the time, it...

It’s Not a Lot Things But it is Christmas

It’s Not a Lot Things But it is Christmas Yeah, Jingle Bells is playing.I’m trying hard to keep working at this and thatand keeping those holiday thoughtsfar, far away.Of course, it’s not really that hardfor I’ve done it so many yearsit’s...

Having Friends in Low Places Has a Whole New Meaning*

Having Friends in Low Places Has a Whole New Meaning I got the word last nightin a note from an acquaintance from years agothat one of our friends from those days so long agowas gone.As my collection of years grows so much largerI find that happening more and more.I...

Mountain or Valley It’s All the Same

Mountain or Valley It’s All the Same When she slipped offon her journey to try to finally find her peace,I could never decideif she left a part of herself behindor took part of me with her. Whether she left a mountainor a valley,it was somethingI could never get...

Why in Hell Did You Move Back to East Texas?

Why in Hell Did You Move Back Here? Why in hell did you come back to East Texas?What would make you do that? You were so glad to escapeall those years ago.And that was the word you always used.Escape. Well . . . I say,then tell one of the “sort of”...