Never judge a book by its cover
Mistletoe Joe
He’s a lover of women A brother to men But to boys and girls He’s their very best friend He’s the best product Of a Christmas party From long, long ago And his Momma calls him Mistletoe Joe Born nine months past Christmas 1961 He wears Cowboy boots and a black Stetson hat Plus a…
Open letters to Closed Minds
I wrote what I wrote
in the company of angels
a poem of love and life
When My Time Comes
a peak at life, its possibilities, problems, and pursuits
to the friends I made after The Fall
with regret
Fireflies, Fistfights, and Arm Farts
growing up in smalltown Texas in the late 1960s and early ’70s
Some Through the Fire
From those ashes rose the resilient city that would produce Ellery Theodore “Ted” Hicks. Born March 18, 1917, almost a year to the day after the devastating fire, Ted was himself destined to be a man on fire.
An Old Love Letter (found among my souvenirs) – a poem
I found you Among my souvenirs Written in lead Ruined by tears A simple letter All loops and smears Made me feel better After all these years You still hold In sweeping letters And secret code The words and wonder Of youthful love Before the plunder Of the Pirate Time Tore asunder Reason and Rhyme…
The Sun Also Rises
how perspective changes with experience and growth