The full moon rises above the headstones, The restless, lost begin to stir. The ground shimmies as they struggle to rise, Desiring to walk the earth again. Each month the beams call to them, But the night ends before they reach the top. Occasionally a hand breaks through the soil, But the looming sunrise forces… Read More The Full Moon
Being a Primary Caregiver Before I begin this ‘rant’, ‘ramble’, etc. I feel that a disclaimer should be in place. This is not me complaining about being a caregiver, rather it is something that will hopefully spark others into thinking about those in this position. It is my place, my honor and my responsibility to… Read More Being a Primary Caregiver
The Edmonds ResidenceMy mother was born in 1933 in Jermyn, Lackawanna, Pennsylvania. Around 1937-1938, the family moved to Genesee County, Michigan.They rented a trailer in a trailer park on Davison Road in what is today’s Burton City. Mother attended kindergarten at Kearlsey Schools. Grandfather bought a lot at 1301 North Cornell Street in the Beecher… Read More The Edmonds Residence
The MessiahOne of the remarkable things about the life of Christ is that all around Him, people believed that the Messiah would be a savior of revolt. They expected someone that would reform and change through violence. But Christ taught love, forgiveness and acceptance. He broke bread with the sinners. He healed the unbelieving. He… Read More The Messiah
The BloodThe Blood beckons to me,It’s enticing red hue calls my name.The expected copper taste,Awakens my appetite.I pull her close,Nestling my face against her neck.In the smoothness of her neck,The large vein dances near my lips.I let the tip of my tongue,Briefly touch the vein,To feel its pulse.I moan in rapture.My mind lapses,Thinking of where… Read More The Blood
The Man Across the StreetHe just had a certain look, that caused her mood to spoil upon seeing him.She and her husband had moved her three years ago and she had quickly melded into this suburban existence. She enjoyed the block club, volunteered at the garden club and had martinis each Wednesday with the other… Read More The Man Across the Street
Nans TruckI have always thought it a little strange that the only toy my mother left for me from her childhood was a truck. I mean it’s cool for me being a guy, I can use a truck! Not a doll or dishes! The Edmonds were a kind of strange family, so maybe a truck… Read More Nan’s Truck
Forest Woods Growing up my family attended New Hope General Baptist Church on Harwine Street in Flint Michigan. Our choir director was a ‘proper’ man from Arkansas named Forest Woods. He was a great guy, but he was a kinda no sense of humor person. I would come up with these really deep theological questions… Read More Forest Woods
Refused red rinds, Refreshed ribbon rules, Roasted retching reporters, Reduced repeating roles, Relaxed redundantly regrettably! Roy Richard May 2023
Books My Friends Books have always been a part of my life. I was never a popular kid and was not into sports and so the pages of a tome became my best friend. I am a self-admitted introvert and I am not sure if my lack of social interaction as a child fed that… Read More Books My Friends
Ramblings of an Old Coot 