Category: writing

Wind and Crickets (Short Story)

Ah, there it comes. That aghast look. This time from a gaggle of my younger, hipper, nieces and nephews. A chuckle finds my lips when they say, looking at me like I was crazy I hadn’t thought of it at the time: “Why didn’t…

Yeah, it Hurts, I’ll get Over it, Again

low ebb comes, again my sword, shield against dragging hurt, out of reach comes cyclical thoughts not good enough, not good enough not good enough, not good enough not good enough, not good enough till comes a realization, late, so always late like a…

Lest we forget (War, what is it good for?)

governments quarrel, bicker to war, to war, comes a cry not of you, or I, but of those protected by cannon fodder for pride of country! sacrificing women, men for the safety of our citizens on the other side of the world! as a…

Young Once

faintly in memory I’ve retained this moment of a child yet found


hidden, midst subdivision’s sprawl, mingling stones scoured by yammering brook a peaceful place photo and poem © DC Lessoway

Dance Hall

salt stained boards long ago trod, in joy, fused with music laughter leading to love’s caper in summer’s night dream photo and poem © DC Lessoway

The Good People

So in Eagle Ridge Emergency, fell off my bike, may be my ribs, not my point. So went through the routine: check in, blood pressure check, answer questions, etc.  Anyway, busy, no chairs, so I found a place to stand.  The staff are patient…