On a pot-filled dirt road Stands the church of my youthMy memories, though, do not speak of religion Rather, the scenes played out thereBusting from the basement as Sunday School ends And running the gauntlet of smoking DeaconsThe chill on my spine As Brother Jones rose with the spiritThe pitchers of Kool-Aid Never mixed rightThe… Read More The Harwine Street Church of My Youth
At first glance, the book reads as an autobiographical memoir, but Cavanaugh arranges his recollections as an interwoven mosaic of personal stories, industry anecdotes, and cultural history. Rather than a strictly linear life story, the narrative jumps between on-air moments, concert promotions, and broader reflections on how rock music transformed American youth culture from the… Read More Local DJ: A Rock ’n’ Roll History by Peter L. Cavanaugh (Peter ‘C’) – Flint Book of the Week
“Please allow me to introduce myself…”Firstly you should know that I am a card carrying curmudgeon. This includes a sarcastic sense of humor, a limited amount of patience and deep down inside a caring heart.Find inside these pages my attempts at self-expression. Poetry and short essays fill the pages. The ramblings include religion, genealogy and… Read More Always the Right Thing by Roy O Richard – Rostie Publishing
In Flint, Michigan, an often forgotten and ridiculed rust belt town, Oliver, an aging shopkeeper, notices a fleeting female figure in the night as he leaves his bookstore. He is taken by the brief glimpse. It is not a coincidence when the two meet again, and the vixen he had seen makes him an offer… Read More The Vixen: A Rustbelt Vampire Story by Roy O. Richard – Rostie Publishing
As I research the literary members of Flint, It is always cool when I find something different and that I had not heard of. May I introduce you to Lymna E. Stowe.Born in Flint in 1843 and died in Detroit in 1919.“His writing sometimes blends biographical material (especially about his life) with spiritual or prophetic/occult… Read More Lyman E. Stowe, Flint author of spiritual, prophetic and occult content.
The little worker ants,Averted their eyes when the black vans stopped,They ignored the men in black masks,Pretended not to see their neighbors disappear.It MIGHT of crossed their little minds,To speak out or question, yet they never did.For the orange clown was keeping them safe.They smiled in satisfaction as their brains numbed,From the propaganda of the… Read More The Worker Ants 015
The little worker ants had no ideaAt what their miniature wallets would feel.The promise of falling pricesAnd cheaper goodsHad mesmerized their tiny brainsAnd clouded their sound judgmentsTheir ginormous egosCould not fathom their now-empty pocketbooksAnd once again, they ralliedTo find false blame and accountabilityFingers were pointed at past high command, neighboring countriesShopkeepers, people of difference, and… Read More The Worker Ants 014
The little worker ants,Never, ever, ever fact-checked.For that would be a sin.To question the wizard of the land.Whatever sprouted from the orange cheese puff’s mouth,Well, that was Gospel and truth.For he was all-knowing and saintly.Would never lie or mislead.After all, they believed he was there for them.Cause he said so and smiled at them often.So… Read More The Worker Ants 013
The little worker antsLearned the saluteKept their mouths shutAnd numbed their little brainsThey bought their red hatsSent in their contributionsDisplayed their yard signsAnd waited for redemptionNone dared to questionOr voice concernThey just marched alongFollowing the pack They felt justified,And righteous.Hatred was the truth.Discrimination, the answer.Or so they believed.Harboring evil towardThe diverse and differentAnd ill will towards… Read More The Worker Ants 012
The little worker ants Stood in line to buy their tiny red caps Shelled out big bucks to feel a part Of the orange cheese god crew Cheap polyester material Made in China One size fits all They didn’t care, they were in! Roy RichardMarch 2025
Ramblings of an Old Coot 