Category: Featured Writing

“Money, if you should pardon the expression, is a little bit like horse manure. It doesn’t do anyone any good unless it is spread around encouraging young things to grow.” … Continue reading A Story Full of Horse Manure by June Kosier

Coating everything: ice has come. Gentle mist at night coating, freezing all. When sun shines and refracts light: an astonishing sight, but treacherous for walking, driving, sliding.

Joy for the flowers continue to bloom, joy for the clouds sail silent by. joy for the breeze continues to caress, joy for sunsets that spangle the sky, joy for … Continue reading Signs of Joy by Duane L Herrmann

      I have been retired from nursing for six years after having nursed for fifty years.  I tremendously miss caring for patients.  However, I am glad that I had a … Continue reading The Art of Nursing by June Hannay Kosier

On the days I don’t drop dead I see the scope kept in wild vines, voles, every vein, roots, stubborn rhizomes driving deep light as it leaches under doors or … Continue reading Illumination by Laurinda Lind

I went out to the farm that is not a farm, no fields or buildings, not even a driveway, I have to walk in cross the creek hike up a … Continue reading Watching Me  by Duane L Herrmann

45 years old, with a body shouting “I have a desk job,” I was near the top of a thirty-foot telephone pole before I thought to be afraid. I’d come … Continue reading The Power Of a Chance by Eleanor Stanton

In my hands, I held, was it true? How could it be true, and real? Could not be true, not real. Yet, I saw and felt it in my hands, … Continue reading REAL UNREAL by Duane L Herrmann

    “Fat, lazy, asinine,” were my mother's most common words about me to me.  I had no idea what she said to others about me, but I couldn't imagine … Continue reading “Thank you, sir.” by Duane L Herrmann