The challenge for this week’s blog post: write about your first brush with death. Mine occurred at an early age. Enjoy. Thanks for stopping by. Wauwanoka At four years old, the world was still new and full of surprises. I was always ready to see what adventures awaited me with the dawn of each day.… Continue reading Wauwanoka
Throughout western movies and western lore it seems that every cowboy that ever herded and watched over cattle could also sing to soothe the critters when they bedded down for the night. But what if there was an exception? I was posed that question once which prompted the following rhyme. Enjoy. Thanks for stopping by.… Continue reading LITTLE JOE JUST CAN’T SING
I became much more involved with writing western poetry years ago after a cowpoke friend of mine invited me to attend a Western Music & Poetry gathering and perform at the event’s open-mic sessions. Talk about inspiration. After the first afternoon, I went home and wrote two new poems to perform the next day. At… Continue reading LIFE-SIZED ROY
This week’s blog features a poem from my collection of western poems. While working as a park ranger for the National Park Service, I received an assignment to guard the gate to a historic ranch that bordered the national park. Because of the active wildfire situation, no one but residents was allowed to pass. Inspiration… Continue reading Another Day
Seeking inspiration, I grabbed my copy of THE WRITER’S BLOCK and randomly selected a page that contained the prompt: Invent a character who sees a phone number on a restroom wall. The following piece represents the outcome from that prompt, and this week’s blog post. Enjoy and thanks for stopping by. Should I? Glen sat… Continue reading Should I?
As I’ve acknowledged in previous blog posts, inspiration can arise from a variety of sources and produce a variety of results, as this week’s blog post illustrates. Though prompted by an actual incident and exposing a bit of truth, the remainder of this poem is fueled by me taking liberties with my writer’s imagination. In… Continue reading Cowboys Can’t Be Catholic
A recent incident prompted me to contemplate a thought that bounced around in my noggin once too often and inspired a rather introspective exposé. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you folks have fun with the piece, too. Enjoy. Thanks for stopping by. How’d That Happen? So, here I am––seventy years behind… Continue reading How’d That Happen?
Last week’s blog was the first half of a short story featuring Detective Ike Barney whose latest endeavor involved a cold case where the only lead was a witness who’d been dead for three-and-a-half years––and was Ike’s girlfriend, Arielle’s mother. Caught between his vow to resolve the case and pressure from his captain, Ike was… Continue reading Arielle’s Mom: Part II
Inspiration comes from all around us. Years ago, a news item on TV launched an idea within my writer’s mind for a new character, Homicide Detective Ike Barney. One story led to another and evolved into a short-story series. This week’s blog features one of those stories, which takes place in 2006. Because of its… Continue reading Arielle’s Mom
My apologies for neglecting last week’s blog post. Though a shower of excuses come to mind, I hate excuses. Instead, I’ll attempt to compensate for my error with this week’s post. My recent back injury and brief need to use a cane once more reminded me of an incident that occurred years ago while I… Continue reading THE TALE OF DANIEL McBAIN