The List

  It had rained earlier and the table top was still wet.  Heavy fog held the moisture and warmth in the air but it was a perfect afternoon to sit outside the café and drink my coffee.  With the extra napkins, I cleared a spot for my journal and began writing.  It seemed odd to …

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To Choreograph Perfection

Perfection is perhaps Impossible To choreograph First It must season For many Many years Until The precise blend Of circumstance Aligns Amidst the glorious Backdrop of autumn The scene A special place We called home There are smiles And hugs Laughter and maybe Tears And memories born So many autumns Prior With friends to last …

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From Within, With Wynn

Illustrations by MWR Frackelton (Mary-Wynn Rogers Frackelton’s first painting, 11 months old) For Mary-Wynn, My Goddaughter, Impressions of Her Art From within This cage They call it pack-n-play And it seems to be Everywhere we go The towering walls Of green Have gotten smaller And as I peer Over The world is within My view …

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The Runaway Horse

May 19, 2015 Bedtime Conversations:  The Runaway Horse Jayde sits on my lap as we rock, still wanting to be that little girl. Jayde:   Daddy will you tell me a story? Me:        Ok, what kind of story would you like? (Hoping for some divine inspiration) Jayde:   I don’t know (long contemplative pause)…   …

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This Land, Her Land – A Day with Mom

This Land, Her Land – A Day With Mom by Joe Cundiff The narrow pass weaves a glorious trail through the steep mountain ridges, steeped in a history of family and community so rich it would be impossible to measure the depths.  Endless stories flow fluidly as waters rolling across the rocks of time, seamless, …

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Is Living

by Joe Cundiff On this day Today A dear friend lost Her dad On this day Today A dear friend Had a son On this day Today We rejoice we cry Our sadness Overcome Our joy subdued On this day Today We sing we dance We live What’s more than life Is living Today   …

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Clawdia’s Return

That night had all the elements and drama of an intense stake out.  Shadows lurking in the cold darkness, dim lights flickering through branches waving in the wind, and the rustling sound of leaves scattering about the hard ground.  The subject had been spotted here before and I knew she would return.  Though she had …

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In The Autumn

In the Autumn above so blue there is more air to breathe brisk and free as leaves float and fall colors aglow winds whirling swaying long brown grass and trees and when the end begins I breathe once more anew

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In Fields We Play

In Fields We Play by Joe Cundiff In the stillness of night And on the early morning Mountain ridges And dark river banks I shall miss you still You became and would Become So much of my soul My being Together we shared More than one life Could bear Together we trod Amidst darkness And …

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The Wind My Soul

The Wind My Soul By Joe Cundiff   The wind is howling howling The wind is growling Ripping through my skin The wind is Howling Trees bending bending Bending More But will not break But will I Branches sway in the howling Growling wind Angry waves dancing Angrily randomly And somehow Majestic Yet I stand …

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