Tag Archive For "Joe Cundiff"
GHS Writer’s Society Presents – Poetry Café Night
The lights at night tell a story, and on a cold winter Wednesday night, the lights illuminating from the Graham High School cafeteria had quite a story to tell. On a night and hour when all is often dark, the lights inside were shining brightly for a noteworthy cause. On January 22nd 2020 the GHS …
The Lights at Night
The lights at night tell a story often faded in random glory and lingering in layers stories abound in the boundless flickers of flickering lights beyond the spindles of splintering limbs slow waving hemlocks and hickory bends barren branches bare a story to tell stories rolling through fields and farms wrapped in the weave of …
NEW BOOK RELEASE!!! simply – a collection of poetry, vol. one
Excited to announce the release of my new book!!! simply – a collection of poetry, vol. one It all began long ago with a simple thought. My writing journey really began with an undeniable urge to capture the feeling of a place – with words. Places have energy, and each place feels unequivocally unique. At …
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 …
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.
Sergeant Riley’s Absence
Windswept leaves dance across the Wild Meadow Cemetery in a random swirl and suddenly all is calm. Perhaps the end was that sudden nearly seventy-two years ago when Sergeant Mark Herman Riley breathed his last breath on a battlefield in New Guinea. It was July 1944. Little is known of that fateful day. A letter …