Every night my father would sit down with a crime novel and a gin and…
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I want to fine a place of peaceas exists in half forgotten memories.A creek I…
If you’re like meand find yourselffeeling a little more broken than beforestart your morningwith this…
When I look in the mirrorI see myself.When I look at picturesI see someone else.When…
I look out of a one mile killing field,replica brass canons glitter in mid-morning sun,one…
As America is a good Christian nationI’m going to celebrate the 4thwith a reading of…
June 21, 2020, Father’s Day, isthe type of morning that reminds youwhy early mornings and…
Steam rises from the broken promiseof an afternoonsummer shower.Colts and mareschase each othertrapped in aritual…
It was raining this morning,and while I was walking the dog I thought about that…
I’ve found myselfthinking on death lately.Not in a suicidal way.I have no interest in hurrying…
David Huzzard Writes 