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To help you select the stories and poetry you might want to read, below is the list of all posts made to my blog since its inception. Posts are listed in chronological order from the first post made on April 18, 2019, until the most recent post (The most recent post appears first on the blog). Please browse the list of posts to find the titles that most intrigue you. Then do one of the following:

 

1.         Place the title of the post in the space beneath the header, “Search This Blog.” With regard to poetry, a post may contain more than one poem. You may have to insert the first two poems listed to find what you want. Then click on search. The posting should appear at the top of the screen for you to read. Or . . .

 

2.         Using the date a particular posting was made, go to the “Blog Archive” to the right of the posts and click on the particular month in which the poem or short story was posted and scroll down until you find what you would like to read. Please note that if you scroll through all the posts on the screen and don’t find what you are looking for, below the last post on the screen, on the right, are the words, “Older Posts.” Click on this and you will find the additional posts made during the particular month you have selected. Scroll through these until you find the story or poem you wish to read.

 

Enjoy the journey, as you read the creations of my heart and my mind.

 

Thank you.

 

Alan

Alan Lowe
Poet and Writer

slolowe@icloud.com

https://slolowe44.blogspot.com/

 

 

 

Leaders can be self-absorbed. They believe they make the rules.

 

However, there may come a time when this no longer works. And this change will be . . .

 

For All Eternity

 

“What is your name, sir? It is important I know.”

“It’s none of your business. Why would I want to tell you?”

“It is my job. I must make sure that all who enter are meant to be here.”

“I’m meant to be wherever I want to be. I’m one of the privileged few.”

 

“Please show me some identification—your driver’s license or other photo ID.”

“Why should I? You’re looking me straight in the eye. I’m not a mystery.”

“I need to be certain you are the right person to go beyond this point.”

“I’m more than the right person. I’m a maker of history.”

 

“But everyone who enters is just that, so what makes you unique?”

“I’m the leader of the pack, a man to be followed down the road of life.

I’ve paved the way for others who have the desire to succeed.

They cherish my leadership, for I help them avoid strife.”

 

“But you are entering the domain of love, and doing it alone.”

“I do nothing on my own. Others will soon fall in line behind me.”

“I must inform you, you are no longer the first in line—the chosen one.

You are a follower of the Lord, and will be such for all eternity.”

 

 

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Relationships may fall apart. When they do, we want to make amends for what we did.

 

But how can we do this? We cherish the thought of a new bond between . . .

 

 

You And Me

 

It was the middle of the week, the halfway point—a day to remember.

The leaves were starting to fall from the trees in mid-September.

 

I had a dream and hoped it would come true.

I had a dream and it was all about me and you.

 

I wondered why you hadn’t returned my phone call.

I needed to tell you the truth about what happened that day in the hall.

 

It wasn’t my intent to do what I did and embarrass you.

It just happened, and, yes, it was unkind and also untrue.

 

I stared out the window and thought about what my next steps should be.

Life without you was discouraging, but I had no idea how to change history.

 

What I did was wrong and I’d like to take it all back.

It is my desire to explain why and get our lives together back on track.

 

The world is not the same without your hand in mine.

I wish to see the clouds fade and again see the sun shine.

 

Will it ever happen? How can I make it be?

Will it ever happen—a future of you with me?

 

 

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Is it real or just a dream? Life can be confusing.

 

Questions drift through your mind. Answers are hard to find. You wonder if you can awaken from . . .

 

 

The Dream

 

     I stood at the stove in our home on Marvelous Lane, as Nancy entered the kitchen. She looked at me and smirked.

     “You seem to have something on your mind,” she murmured.

     “I had a weird dream last night,” I said, as I poured a cup of morning tea. I cherished the tea, as it was a cold autumn day and I was shivering.

     “What was it about, Tony?” she asked, with a lilt in her voice.

     “I don’t know if you can handle it if I tell you.”

     “Try me.”

     I hesitated before responding. “Are you sure you’re up to hearing this?”

     “If you keep stalling, I won’t be, because it’ll be bedtime.”

     “Okay, sit down.”

     She pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and collapsed into it. “All right, I’m seated. Are you going to join me?” she asked, as she stared at me, wondering what this was all about.

     With my cup of tea in hand, I shuffled over to the table and sat down across from her. I remained speechless.

     “Well, are you going to say anything?” she requested.

     “I’m not sure how to start,” I muttered.

     “I presume from the beginning. Wouldn’t you?”

     “But there was no beginning.”

     “What does that mean?”

     “I’m not sure I can tell you. I’ve got to go.”

     “No, ‘Mr. I’ve Got Something To Tell You,’ you’re not going anywhere.”

     She glared at me as if I’d committed a crime. I bowed my head in shame.

     “I’m waiting.”

     “All right, but don’t hate me.”

     “Hate you? I love you, or I wouldn’t put up with your bizarre antics.”

     I got up from the table and started walking out of the room. I looked back and . . .

     “Where are you going?” Nancy asked, confused.

     “To set the stage.”           

     “For what?”

     “The dream.” I pulled the blinds down and shut off the lights, leaving us in total darkness.

     “This is not making me comfortable. Can’t we have a little light.”

     “No! Dreams occur in the dark.”

     “Are you coming back?”

     “All in good time.” I wasn’t sure I knew what I was doing, but I had to do it.

     “Are you comfortable with this?” my soft inner voice whispered.

     “I don’t know. Do you have another suggestion?”

     “Let me think.”

     “Think. That’s how you always avoid facing the inevitable.”

     “Well, you can’t do it without me, so you’re just going to have to follow my lead.”

     “What lead? This is getting ridiculous.”

     Do I dare share my dream with Nancy? How will she react to what I have to say? I thought. I can’t keep her waiting in the dark. I’ve got to go back.

     “Are you awake yet?” the inner me chimed.

     “You mean I’m still asleep?”

     “That’s exactly what I mean. And you know you’ve never been married.”

     “But she’s in the kitchen waiting for me. We’ve been together seventeen years.”

     “Yeah, since you were born.”

     “But I’m thirty-seven.”

     “In your dreams you are?”

     “This is not real. It’s all a dream.”

     “Did you ask her to the homecoming dance?”

     “Homecoming dance?”

     “The one in December. She is the girl of your dreams, after all.”

     “Oh, my! I’ve got to wake up! I screamed.

 

 

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Some things happen that are unexplainable, so I had to seek professional help.

 

Although I did, it was taking longer to fix the problem than I wanted it to, 

and I believed . . .

 

 

My Marriage Is Falling Apart

 

Growing up, I was told marriages should last forever. You must do

     what is right.

My parents’ marriage lasted sixty-one years, and until “death do us part,”

     they held each other tight.

 

My marriage was strong and I wore the ring on my finger with pride.

The sun shined most weekends, as I took my morning walk,

     with my wife by my side.

 

Now don’t get me wrong, my relationship was not absent of flaws.

We did have our disagreements, which sometimes included

     the slamming of doors.

 

However, we followed a mostly straight path and raised two children,

     who we loved and adored.

As we aged, we retired and tried to keep busy—playing cards, going

     to the movies and plays, and out to dinner, so we wouldn’t get bored.

 

However, even the best partnership can suddenly come apart, no matter

     how hard you try.

My ring finger began to hurt in a way I couldn’t believe, and I couldn’t find

     the reason why.

 

Was this a signal that something in my marriage was going wrong?

     And how should I tell my wife?

I wanted to ignore what was happening, but, if I did, it could mess up

     my life.

 

Then one day, when I was out and about, I felt a weird sensation

     in my left hand.

 I stared at my fingers and noticed I had a spiral hook stabbing me

     from my two-tiered wedding band.

 

In disbelief, I knew I had to make this right, so I headed to my town’s

     closest jewelry store.

I entered, and a smiling salesperson asked, “What can I do for you?

     We sell beautiful jewelry, watches, statues, and more.

 

With a tear in my eye, I moaned, “I need your help. I believe my marriage

     is falling apart.”

She looked at me, in a somewhat confused way, and said, “I’m not sure

     what I can do, but I don’t want to break your heart.” 

 

I thrust my hand in front of her face, displaying one tier of the ring around

     my finger, with the other now standing straight up like a knife.

It’s been over a month now, they haven’t fixed my ring, my marriage is still

     falling apart, and I don’t know what to tell my wife.

 

 

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You want to understand the reality of the situation. However, this may not be easy to do.

 

This troubles you. So you try to find the answer . . .

 

 

In The News Today

 

I sat at the kitchen table scanning the articles in the Sunday paper. Most were about how our new president had done this, that, or something else I had trouble understanding. But politics has never been my love, so I just pushed what I’d seen into the back of my mind.

 

Looking out the window, I wondered about the weather, as my wife and I were planning to take a drive in the country this afternoon. But the weather information wasn’t in the paper. I went through every section, most not worth reading beyond the headline, and couldn’t find it. I muttered, “Dammit, our paper keeps getting smaller, but more costly.”

 

I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. What I saw blew my mind—speech bubbles drifting across the room.

 

“You wanted news, so that’s what will give you. Okay, Lionel, you may begin.”

“Today is a day you’ll never forget. Buckle up for the road is going to be bumpy.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Where was this coming from, I thought.

“This is what you wanted? Isn’t it?”

“Holy crap, are you reading my mind?”

“Isn’t that what a good reporter does?”

This isn’t happening. I must’ve dozed off, I believed. I’m dreaming.

“If you were dreaming, it would be about girls in bikinis. You seem to think about that a lot.”

I began to shake. How did he know this?

 

I got up from the table and walked into the hallway. “Oh, crap, the bubbles are following me,” I mumbled.

“Yes, I am. You haven’t given me a chance to tell the story.”

“What? That a storm is coming, and we shouldn’t go for a drive in the country? You can’t be serious.”

“If it were that simple, you would have found it on page four of the paper.”

“What if I want to end this now—and forever?”

“Just call the paper. But nobody’s going to answer. You have a lifetime subscription.”

“I have a what?”

“If you live? We live with you?”

“This is a joke? Right?”

“If my humor was that good, I’d be on stage and not stuck in some godforsaken windowless office.”

“So, if I believe you, then what’s the rest of the story?”

There was no response. And then . . .

 

The headline read, “TODAY WE CELEBRATE THE LIVES OF HARRIS AND MARIE WYKOFF. These two wonderful people died on the somewhat bumpy highway of life last Sunday afternoon.”

 

 

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Marriage can be an uphill battle. You try to fix the problems, but sometimes nothing works.

 

Mending fences can be a challenge, even when . . .

 

 

You’re Such A Tool

 

My wife sat at the kitchen table and looked at me in disgust. To her, I could do nothing right.

She, on the other hand, walked life’s road in complete control and never backed down from a good fight.

 

One morning I came in from the garage and groaned, “I think I wrenched my back.”

She replied, “Why is today any different than all the others? You’re always traveling down the wrong track.”

 

Three days later, I came home late from work and complained about being screwed over by my boss.

She looked at me in disgust and said, “You never handle anything well and that’s your loss.”

 

A month later, I decided to ply our life together and took her to a nice restaurant to dine.

However, the food was cold, the service awful, and they were out of fine wine.

 

“You never do anything the way it should be done,” she drilled into me, with a weird look on her face.

I felt like the bit had entered my heart, as I moaned, “But I thought that restaurant would be a great place.”

 

Our world seemed to be going down the drain, with a plunger sucking the love from my life.

I asked, “What can I do to make this right? How do I dig out from the muck and overcome this strife?”

 

She replied, “Use your shovel and clear the mess you’ve made and maybe there’s a chance we can straighten this out.”

“But I’ve fought hard to make us work, so what more can I do?” I thought, I don’t want to lose another bout.

 

I pleaded, “I feel like I’m being raked over the coals and treated like a fool.”

“Oh, my God! How did I deserve you. I can’t believe you’re such a tool.”

 

 

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Life has its twists and turns and can be confusing. Navigating this sometimes bumpy road can provide us with food for thought.

 

We seek clarity. Such may be found in . . .

 

 

Mia Pasta

 

The Tuesday night meeting of the Pasta City Council opened with flair.

Seven members assembled, sat with pride, and received recognition from those there.

 

Mayor Andrew Fettuccine, tall and smooth, at times could be quite a meany.

He called the meeting to order and frowned and glared at Harry Linguine.

 

Mr. Linguine, long, thin, and flat-chested, bowed to his honor with a weird grin.

What he’d done that afternoon in a pool of hot water might be considered a sin.

 

Maria Ziti, had been there and was invited to join him, but rejected his invite,

They had been romantically involved at one point, but she broke it off, believing it wasn’t right.

 

With a smile on her face, Penne Rigatoni, a child from a mixed marriage, yelled, “Let’s get this meeting started.”

Marco Vermicelli, holding his flat belly, announced his presence, spun around, and farted.

 

Mayor Fettuccine banged the gavel as loud as he could to get the attention of his crew, but this didn’t sit well with Carlo Macaroni.

He looked at the Mr. Mayor in way that made him shake, and shouted, “You’re nothing but a phony.”

 

Things seemed to be getting out of control when a somewhat screwed up guy made his presence known.

Antonio Fusilli, Vice Mayor, reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

 

“Yes, please send her in. We’re ready to hear her request to fulfill her wish.”

Hearing this, the council members looked in awe, as entering the meeting was a beautiful dish.

 

On this hot summer day, she was baked to perfection, an utter delight.

Mia Spaghetti, wiggled in a way that made all believe granting her wish was right.

 

 

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People dream of becoming wealthy, as it will shape their lives in the way they desire.

 

But money is not the only way to accomplish the dream. There are other ways to determine if . . .

 

 

You’re Rich

 

Wealth comes in many forms, shapes, and sizes.

It can occur when least expected, so be aware and enjoy the prizes.

 

Partnerships form that provide togetherness and love.

Matches made in heaven, richness endowed from above.

 

Then, as parents-to-be, you embrace the good fortune of having a child.

As your children grow, a house full of precious love can drive you wild.

 

Education fills your brain with a wealth of information that enriches your mind.

You watch your children travel through life, their growth and development makes 

    them one of a kind.

 

Successful at a job, you enjoy and appreciate, helps you thrive.

Living each day without losing sight of your dream puts a smile on your face 

    and keeps you alive.

 

Good health, a good fortune, a priceless achievement to value with all your heart.

Aging with grace, in a life of your own making, places you high on wealth’s chart.

 

 

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You try to plan your life so you have control. However, this may not be easy to do.

 

You wake up each morning with certain expectations, but find that . . .

 

 

Life Is Full Of Surprises

 

Snow falls outside my window, on a dreary winter day.

Flakes dance through the air, as if performing on stage.

People, with scarves draped around their necks, prance down the street.

Then a snowball comes out of nowhere and hits a passing car.

Life is full of surprises.

 

Children come out of houses and circle around in the snow.

Some falling to the ground leave angelic imprints.

Others ride their bikes on the shallow snowpacks, leaving a path to follow.

A car skids on the icy road and swirls out of control.

Life is full of surprises.

 

Do I want to leave my room on this cold winter day?

Maybe not, but I have no choice.

My job calls and I have to listen.

But then the TV blares, “Route 67 (my road to work) closed.”

Life is full of surprises.

 

What will I do with my free time? I think.

Join the others outside on this cold winter day?

“No chance.” I mutter. I’ll just curl up on the couch with a good book.

But then, my furry pal, Sampson, appears out of nowhere, and out we go.

Life is full of surprises.

 

As we trek down the block, I feel as if I’m going to freeze to death.

With Sampson jerking the leash, I crash to the ground with a thud.

Holding on tight, as Sampson pulls me with all his might, I cringe in pain.

Then, I look up and see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen smiling at me.

Life is full of surprises.

 

 

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