I love wordplay. I love alliteration. And I love juxtaposed metaphors and impossible phraseology. I love working with words. And I love the one true, living, loving, creative God who gave me the language I can manipulate. Take a word like – Phoenix. In English, it’s not pronounced at all like it looks. How cool. And today that word popped up on my linguistic … The rest of the story…
Category Archives: poets and poetry
You can’t live without love. Oh sure, you can exist. But you can’t live. And your existence will be an exercise in futility at best…or a dark. lonely place at worst. Why go there, when it’s so easy to just let love live? So how do you let love live? You nurture it, watch it grow, and give it away as much as you … The rest of the story…
It’s been a while since I did this. But about half an hour ago, I challenged myself to make up a rhyme out of thin air. No muse or other silly little inspirational fairy dropped by. I just make a decision, every once in a while, to fire up a skill I’ve worked most of my life to get good at. Lately I have … The rest of the story…
I wrote this cold hard truth over 10 years ago. And it’s still true. Living on dreams is not a good strategy. Dreams require action. And action requires faith, determination, and commitment. Are your dreams good enough to put those things behind them? So if dreams require action, do you Dream The Dreams? Waking up from silly dreams Isn’t silly as it seems Because … The rest of the story…
Just saw pelican landing in the water yesterday. It reminded me of a short memory I shared several years ago. It went a little something like this: I remember my first ferry ride across Galveston Bay in Texas. Yes, it was a long time ago. My grandparents were visiting from Oklahoma. And my dad drove them and the rest of the family to see … The rest of the story…
This is something I share on January 7th of each year. Because that’s the day that marks the anniversary of the birth of the woman who birthed me. It’s a short story, and I hope you enjoy it. 1938. It was a cold day in January. In rural Oklahoma. FDR was in the first year of his second term as president of the U.S. … The rest of the story…
I can still remember something special about that evening, at my great Aunt Bubba and Uncle Ollie’s house (yes, we actually called them that). And that’s in spite of the fact that I was only about four years old, almost 7 decades ago. My mom had just given my younger brother and me a bath. And she was about to take me out to … The rest of the story…
Through the course of my life, as a poet, I’ve written lots of pieces with no rhyme or reason to them. Well, I guess I can’t say no rhyme. Because I like the poetry to rhyme. But it’s a figure of speech meaning I just wrote them to have fun writing them. There was no underlying or covert motive. Just pure enjoyment. And that’s … The rest of the story…
You could even have the right stuff and your ideas could still bomb out. So, now that I’ve inspired you with that little tidbit, go out and make it a great day. But wait a sec. One time even the right stuff didn’t have the right stuff. I’m talking about the movie that was released in 1983 about the original American astronauts. I thought … The rest of the story…
Luciferin light happens when oxidization produces compounds. I bet you’ve been waiting all week long to find out about that. Well, glad I could help. You’re welcome. See ya next time. Wait! I almost forgot. I want to say a couple more things about luciferin light. That image, in my glasses at the top of this page, is a photograph that shows bioluminescence rippling … The rest of the story…