Entries Written By JoeCundiff
Dear El Paso
Many have asked for a copy of my Dear El Paso letter
Two days at Graham High School – My Writing Journey
Relating writing to other forms of art, I reminded them that we all have the ability to write, and to create art, because we all have our own unique story, our own perspective, and the ability to feel.
“Don’t be afraid to share your story!” I said.
the farce of fear
what if the power to prevail
prevailed first in thought
what if our arms race
raced to lend a hand
of help
and an ear yearning
to heal
what if we were
to imagine and live
only one race
the human race
The Falling Rain
The pitter, the patter the constant clatter the drone of the drowning rain The birds, their banter now silent and somber still safe and serene subdued by the canter of continuous rain My coat uncloaked now hooked and hung on high the drip of endless drops the dripping of the rain The …
Huckleberry Dreams
<One of my favorite things to do while living in Memphis was to drive to Shelby Forest, a magical place north of the city. It was only a short trip but upon entering the towering trees and winding roads, it was worlds away from the chaos of the city, and mystical in its serenity. There I …
Of Pride and Passion
There are games we play and there is passion It is perhaps America’s pastime that merely passes the time until the tumble of Autumn leaves ushers in the rumble of the band the roar of the crowd and that first whistle blast It is more than mere game It is the beating …
Truth’s Toil
The piercing sounds of truth the subtle sting or voluminous blow rather each or either shall unbridle the burdensome soul Perplexed by one’s own perspective oft hidden well within walls of shimmering armour and the afterglow of self Caste beneath shields and buried still deeper still aligned majestically the curse of perception fueled and funneled …
The First Last Dance – At Last
her life she lived by choice to live humbly within the hills and hollows of the only place ever she called home a life lived long and a long life lived upon the land she labored and the home she made with such love and though life at times was not so kind in kind …
G-Men Pride – We Wear It Still
We came from Across the Tracks and Between the Bridges. Places with names like Springville, Falls Mills, Sedgewood, West Graham and Pine Hill Park. We came from in town and out in the country and we gathered at the Double Gates. Why? To become men. To become G-Men. The day the dream began. Some of …
Ali
Like him or not, agree or disagree, his words and his actions made us think, and for that we are better. Greater perhaps.