PAT DURMON, POET
September 30, 2019
I tried to write two different blogs this week. Neither worked.
So, I’m telling a story. Not just any story—a close-to-the-heart, real life story. Actually, it’s a story within a story.
It starts with frustration. My Ford Explorer makes a squealing sound. It comes and go...
September 23, 2019
A friend said she was once told “to get over it” when talking about a loss. A cruel comment, in my opinion.
No matter if I lose my 20-year-old cloth scissors, my glasses which I depend upon to see, or a dear person, I grieve the loss. I hold grief’s hot little hand and...
September 16, 2019
Is this how it happens? Does abundance come after there’s a breaking of some sort? Then there’s a blessing?
I’ve been broken plenty of times.
In my large family-of-origin, we knew alcoholism, abandonment, losses, hunger, hurting, cancer. I know brokenness.
September 9, 2019
In March of 2011, I discovered I had an aggressive breast cancer.
Suggestions came from a few friends to go to Little Rock or St. Louis. I thought about it for a few minutes, looked around at what I’d be leaving, and chose to stay put.
I took direction from Dr. Stahl, my...
September 2, 2019
We had waited for years for the road to be resurfaced.
It happened this summer, and we were proud of the scenic road we traveled to Norfork or Mountain Home. Never had we been this happy about a road. No more pot holes!
It was a smooth, winding road. Quiet, too. Easy on...
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"Alzheimer's" a poem by Bob Hicok