PAT DURMON, POET
July 29, 2019
Someone gave us a box of food recently, maybe $100 worth!
My reaction, big eyes. My thought was something like What?!
“No big reason,” the man said. “Just wanted to do something to repay a debt, so I’m paying-it-forward. That’s what I was told to do. Thought extra food m...
July 22, 2019
After church we look up at the sky—clouds, brewing overhead.
A quick decision. We’ll go to the Dollar Store, less than 10 miles away. A little food at home, but the last remnant of Hurricane Barry is coming our way.
While driving through the mountains—too steep for habit...
July 15, 2019
I didn’t say it in panic. More like astonishment.
When my husband and I were talking, he reminded me that some of my high school students were now in their sixties, that some were even seventyish.
(I started teaching high school juniors in Arkadelphia, AR, when I...
July 8, 2019
If the clouds, moon, stars can float, then maybe I can give up coffee.
Today, my fourth day without it. Immediately upon awakening, I realize I have no withdrawal symptoms—no aching, no headache, no nausea.
Once before, on a whim, I gave up coffee, but it didn’t last lon...
July 1, 2019
If anyone promises you that you won’t lose things or mess up if you are extra careful, don’t believe it.
I watch as Alex, a visiting 14-year-old grandson, tramps back and forth, up and down the stairs, searching for his wallet where he carries his folded, paper-permit t...
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"A Dog's Purpose" by W. Bruce Cameron
"Alzheimer's" a poem by Bob Hicok