Great Plains State University and the characters in this story are fictional, although they could be any university and fans in the country. Cletus Johnson and Darrel Wilson were Great Plains University football fans. Big time. They loved ’em some Bison, which was the school’s mascot. They’d been Bison fans…

He got up early to write. That was the best time to write because his mind was fresh and clear. It was his favorite time of the day. It was, he thought, the best part of the day. His late father was right. Come to think of it, he had…

Sloping, sandy bottom, Sandbars at perfect intervals. Small waves come in sets. Have this beach to myself. Morning, off-shore wind slackens, And the waves become intermittent. Retire now to the shade, As the on-shore wind rises — Shifting everything. No one for half a mile, In either direction. All muddled…

America is at a crossroads. We can continue down the road of deeper divide, where only the lunatic fringe seems to get any attention, or we can try to bring things back to some semblance of moderation. Ah yes; “moderation.” “The avoidance of excess or extremes, especially in one’s behavior…

Seven Days, Iraq, the Summer of ’09, Headed Home Although this story contains things from the world in which we live, including real people, places, and events, it should be read as a work of historical fiction. All characters are fictional and not based on any actual living person. The…

The town up on the plateau in the low mountains once seemed divinely placed there just for me. When I was first there, it was an oasis of calm as I navigated my storm-ridden coming of age. There was a time during my youth when it was my happy hiding…

Part 1 When they pulled into town, the temperature was 72 degrees and the sky was perfect blue. It was a typical languid Friday afternoon along the Crystal Coast; the middle of April, everything blooming again, the evergreens standing tall and stately, swaying in the offshore breeze, the gulls floating…

A picture book. Just discovered. Yellowed clippings, Faded snapshots Of a time I don’t recall — Over thirty years ago. Important to someone. Notes and scribbles — Here and there; Articles and stories From news reports. Portions highlighted. Retained for what reason? Some value attached? Who knows now? Really just…

Of fires, And rivers, And strange light, And early March days - On the cusp of Spring. Winds blowing in from the north - Rising and falling And coming back again. But losing their sting now; Receding. Winter in its last death throes- Trying to hang on, But weakening. In…