I Am No Poet; No Heart, No Heaving Breast

Word Can Rattle On By, If An Idea Can Be Seen In Of Itself

Appalachian Poetry

Despite the Constant Shade

An ode to my Appalachian Roots

Milton’s Tragedy

The Suicide Of Poets

At The Day’s Ending — The Fearful Venture Of The…

The Friends Who Stay; The Freinds Who Depart — A Story of a Chance Meeting

In The Passages Of Living…

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Mr. Hoggs June Writing Challenge

The Talk Of Confidences

Twenty Years Of Marriage…

Ponder Me This

To My Readers

The Old Fool Returns To Ask You Once More

A Questioning Made Brave On Uncertainties Universal

TIME’S Change — And So Must I

‘Tis The Angel Man! — What Am I But A Grizzled Woman — A Poem

Beguiled, Roomless, Boarded, Emptied…

A Jest To Fool Thy Fool

All Fools’ Day — Journeyman’s Poems

’Twas a gag underneath the learned day, when Fate took self-reliance Away!