featured in the poetry forum January 7, 2021  :: 0 comments

Dawn is at my window,
Treetops dance in light,
A robin’s song seduces me
With haunting sweet delight.
A dove calls
Someone loves you,
A sad and mournful sound,
A world comes into focus,
And enters into light,
And once again
Forgets the darkness of the night.

editors note:

A sweet awakening; from dark to light. – mh clay


January 2, 2021  :: 0 comments

The meteor shower was spectacular. It was also unexpected. All over the Earth, at least in most places, people were treated to a magnificent fireworks display. Many of these “falling stars” seemed to streak brightly across the heavens clear down to the Earth. For stargazers around the world, it was a show that lasted for several days. Scientists appeared on …

White Feather

October 27, 2020  :: 0 comments

The first time I met White Feather was in the ER. I was an RN on the psyche floor of our hospital. I was a floor nurse, working the Special Care Unit, or the “locked side,” as we called it. I was often asked to come down to ER to help with patients that were combative, for whatever reason, including …

Bud Devore

featured in the poetry forum August 30, 2020  :: 0 comments

Standing there in his bib overalls
In front of the corner store,
Drinking soda, unshaven and shabby,
Stood the man named Bud Devore.

He worked at Brown’s store for soda,
And maybe a little loose change,
Sometimes he talked with the customers,
Most of them thought him quite strange.

He walked down the alleyways humming,
He fixed up old radios,
Where he learned electronics,
Only the good LORD knows.

I interpreted for him sometimes,
His speech hard to understand,
Rheumatic Fever afflicted boy,
Speech defective man.

His brother gave him a walrus tooth,
Then his brother moved away.
Bud was proud of the walrus tooth,
He showed it off every day.

Nobody could beat him in checkers,
At least, nobody in town.
He took on all comers in his old shed,
Until very few came around.

It seemed Bud was around forever,
Though he eventually faded away,
But he is still standing in front of Brown’s store,
When he crosses my mind today.

editors note:

We all have such ghosts, remembered as place is passed. (We welcome Bruce to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

The Chryslersaurus

July 25, 2020  :: 0 comments

If inanimate objects could talk, imagine the stories that would be told. When I was going to nursing school to become an RN and avoid starving to death, I bought a 1970 Chrysler. It was 28 years old when I bought it. It was a huge car. It burned a lot of gas and the heater didn’t always work as …

Record Turd

February 1, 2020  :: 0 comments

1. I would like to tell you a story that usually is not appreciated much when I have told it to others throughout the years. The kind of humor that many of us appreciated back in those days is pretty much extinct. At the time of this story, there was a soybean processing plant just outside of a very small …


September 28, 2019  :: 0 comments

Chet sat on the edge of the courthouse lawn. He was a thin black man. He wore khaki slacks and a green t-shirt and had a fedora hat on his head. It had cooled off a little now that the sun was going down, but it was still hot. Chet took a drink from a half pint bottle of Jim …


April 20, 2019  :: 0 comments

Jim looked out of his upstairs apartment window. He watched as a drunken man staggered up to the door of the Bus Cafe. It was late. No doubt after a night of drinking he was going for a burger and fries, or some greasy chili. Jim and his wife Brenda rented one of two apartments that were above the New …

On our way

featured in the poetry forum March 20, 2019  :: 0 comments

Back from the coal mine,
51 International truck,
Dad shifting gears
As we leave the mine,
Speed barely picking up.
We head down a two-lane highway,
Back the same way
We had come.
Animals on the radio,
House of the Rising Sun.
Load of coal
In the pickup,
Winter nowhere near done.

editors note:

Roadside reminiscence to keep the heat on. – mh clay


November 10, 2018  :: 0 comments

Justin enjoyed his daily walks. A lot of people jogged or ran for exercise, but for him, a long walk was not only good for his health, but also relaxing. He could look around at the world he lived in and get a feel for what was going on in it. An unhurried look at his surroundings. His walks also …