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Where Have You Gone, John Milner?
In late June 1972, I had just gotten out of school and was preparing for my summer, replete with ball playing, bike riding and a monster mix of kick the
I Hear a Symphony
Evening, gang. OK… (I’m thinking this may be a bit of a weird one, but I hope you’ll consider indulging me for a few minutes.) So, while I’m definitely a
Fish out of Water
You ever stop and think about how many U.S. states you’ve visited? Yeah, you know what I mean. You think of all 50, and then you start counting. (And if
Knight’s Tale
Somewhere beyond reason is the me that you have lost. One who asks no questions and simply tempts the hand of fate. Your last chance, your one real hope, no
Riddles on the Road
And each entrant will ask one question. Where does the strength come from to see the end of the line? Surely faith isn’t enough. And while strength of heart is
Reverie’s Mission
Each time it’s the same. A small group of hikers. Then the sound of a young boy’s leg breaking, Like a matchstick. In an instant, there’s a call for volunteers.
Keepsakes
Somewhere between my own ignorance and confidence, Is merely the thought of you. If I’m being an honest, It isn’t enough. The same golden hoop earrings you wore, The night
Stag
Across the glistening wooded terrain, And over the tawdry and now fallen bunting, He strides. Alone, but whole, Unsure, but hopeful, He makes his move. An interloper, A bandit, A
Mornings with Otis
And you brush past me, A well-dressed siren with no need for song. I eagerly follow. And you instantly look away, The uncomfortable silence of strangers reverberates off metal elevator