The View from Above
On the darkest and most dreary of days, the sun shines still–if we look high enough.
On the darkest and most dreary of days, the sun shines still–if we look high enough.
A poem and true story about an impromptu homecoming for hundreds of American soldiers returning from service overseas at Dallas-Fort Worth Int’l Airport in 2009.
Wind whips the sandy tundra. Snow tumbleweeds rush forth; A gentle stampede of gale and ice.
We are slaves to the past only by our choosing. For it is only by unwillingness do we refuse to let the past remain there.
Life is certain to bring along times of trial and chaos, just as nature is certain to bring the heavy rains. But they are also certain to pass. The third part of the short story series, “Before I Dream.”
A five-paragraph piece of prose styled in a modified iambic pentameter.
Part II of my short story series, “Before I Dream.” Learn more about our mysterious protagonist, Quentin.
the sun. the sun emits light. light travels. but does light die? does it ever stop traveling? if not, to what end does it travel?
Grey clouds reflect the sidewalk pavement. A scratch lottery ticket, weathered and worn, scuffs along with the windgust passed my feet.
Relying upon the promise of a better tomorrow threatens to inhibit efforts to better this moment, today.