LAUNCH

LAUNCH A BOOK YOU WON’T FORGET! ROMANCE – TIME TRAVEL – SUSPENSE CLOUD DANCER is now available in book form on https://www.createspace.com/6494175 , on Amazon at https://goo.gl/wdnWmQ , and on Kindle ASIN: B01KMOC1NM – Later today or tomorrow. “It is my humble opinion that this is a great read!” Billy Ray Chitwood – August 18, […]

Reality Within Reality

. Reality Within Reality His gait was unsteady and his mind wandered aimlessly down tunnels of aberration. Like a maze, each turn he took presented a moment in time that was vaguely representative of some reality that he could not hold but for seconds before a new reality came. He was dizzy with the thought […]

Young Woman on the Grass

Young Woman on the Grass The young woman in lavender pants and top outfit walked along the gravel road toward an old red barn. Her steps were slow and her head was down, walking without sense of purpose, her face forlorn, lost in the prison of her mind with an undeniable sadness that softly crunched […]

A Gray Day Mood

  A Gray Day Mood The mood is sullen, like the tall leafless trees outside my window. Their bare branches reach upward toward an ugly gray sky begging for new life. The fog and the gray are like cold blankets of despair. In many ways I’m like a tree. I sit on this cold gloomy […]

Snow, Solitude, and Sadness

Here on a bluff of The Cumberland Plateau the weather can change quickly and often. For the most part, no matter the weather, it is beautiful here among the hardwood trees, a portrait outside the big great room windows of the different shades of seasons. This day, I’m watching the frenzied swirl of big snowflakes […]

The Lonesome Train Whistle

A moment of sweet reflection came to me – just wanted to share it with you. My wonderful grandfather was a section foreman on the Louisville and Nashville Railroad line. In youth I lived for awhile in the old gray two-story section house with my grandparents. The house was no more than a hundred yards […]

“The Snow Bench”

“The Snow Bench”      In viewing its cold bitter beauty, that could be my body buried under the snow on that lonely bench. In a warmer June I sat with a young nose-freckled, fresh-faced lass, held her hand, and told her that I loved her. Her smile that responded to my words is etched forever in my […]

“Portrait In Time”

“Portrait In Time”   Young man, do you not see me as once I might have been? Is it the wrinkle, the sagging skin Time laid upon me that you see? Once I stood, perhaps like you, with noble thoughts and dreams A new bright morning might bring.   Time wore me down with its […]