Autumn and The Muse
Autumn And The Muse It was all so different these many years later… The clapboard houses were all gone, replaced by small brick and hardwood homes with indoor plumbing. The dirt and gravel lanes...
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Flowers and Fate Flowers and Fate (Flash Fiction Inspired by Truth) “Red or yellow roses, Sir?” the older lady in the flower shop asked. The young man in his early thirties smiled and raised his brow....
View ArticleCould It Happen?
[Preface: the two men in this fictional story, Eddie and Presley, are retired dock workers from New York City, retired to ‘The Valley of the Sun’ in the Phoenix area of Arizona – only because I say...
View ArticleI’m Alone
I’m Alone With only my memories… I sit alone on the hill and watch the sunset… Faces float by in surreal silence And, In words only I can hear, each tells a story of My life, unadorned with gratuitous...
View ArticleA Private Session At “The Way Station”
A Private Session At ‘The Way Station’ Guess I write quite a bit about my feelings, about my life and times. Thought I would allow a small portion from one of my books, a fictional memoir, to do the...
View ArticleThe Final Curtain1
The Final Curtain1 I’ve always been a Frank Sinatra guy and “My Way” has accompanied me on many romantic adventures. “My Way” has been one of those ‘etchings’ to enjoy with someone special at...
View ArticleFateful Flowers
Fateful Flowers “Red or yellow roses, Sir?” asked the lady in the flower shop. The young man in his early thirties smiled and raised his brow. “Now, how did you know it was to be roses, Millie?” He...
View ArticleAltar of Remembrance
Altar of Remembrance All things you are to me I now render unto our altar of remembrance… No long list this of platitudes and love words written idly… Our love deserves a solemn, sublime space here in...
View ArticleIntroducing ‘Twenty-One Jack’ Poetry
Introducing ‘Twenty-One-Jack’ Poetry Might I be so bold as to introduce you to my ‘Twenty-one Jack’? Simply put, it is a poem of your choice with twenty-one lines: rhyme, no-rhyme, free verse,...
View ArticleCorrupted Memory
Corrupted Memory * Through the worn pages of a simple Past My slow and labored steps wander With memorable moments no longer Relevant or necessary to invoke, Always to return to Now, this moment,...
View ArticleThe Cracked Mirror…
THE CRACKED MIRROR – Reflections of an Appachian Son If anyone could possibly, hopefully, be interested, this book tells MY story – at least, 90%Continue reading
View ArticleI’m Back
I’m Back * Back to the open spaces, Some sense of rebirth, A yielding to memories – Some vivid and beautiful, Some with a winsomeContinue reading
View ArticleLiving in the Present
Image courtest of: Julien Cavonoli Living in the Present Some years back I read an interesting thesis on ‘Living in the Present’, or, perhaps the titleContinue reading
View ArticleNo Big-Boy Pants
Photo by Dayne Topkin on Unsplash No Big-Boy Pants By BR Chitwood * After all the years, there are no ‘Big-Boy Pants’ to wear. After all theContinue reading
View ArticleA Gray Day Mood
[Image Art by: Thomas Dils – Unsplash.com] * (From the Archives, I give you more to add to your Covid-19 and ‘Isolation’ depression 2020…or, perhaps,Continue reading
View ArticleChasen’s Restaurant and Good Memories
©Chasen’s Restaurant and Good Memories By BR Chitwood I saw Ronald Reagan one time some years ago in West Hollywood as a friend and IContinue reading
View ArticleCHAT: REAL-ME & ALTER-ME
CHAT: REAL-ME & ALTER-ME by BR Chitwood REAL-ME My good wife allows me ‘space’ for my Romantic memories – spread across a lifetime…those loves along theContinue reading
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