Category: Creative Writings
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Tennessee Poem: Land of the South
Blue hazed mountains are my bones. Running rivers are my veins. Trees stretch high into my thoughts. Lone coyotes howl my pain. Wind tousles my grassy hair. Cattle march to my heart’s beat. A star-filled night blankets my eyes. Whippoorwills sing my melody. Under the mountain sits my house. Here I find rest; here is my home. Here, in this land of the…
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Game Night: the Final Chapter
It was game night. In the fifteen years since graduating high school, we’d only cancelled our monthly game night six times. Maybe seven. I couldn’t be sure. This month it was at Jena and Dan’s house, and the game was Pictionary. There was always a bit of Charades too because we probably didn’t play it…