Gregory

Joined February 2021

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I don't so much want to write as I feel constrained to write. It's just an extension of what I was born to do among other things. It's just now the other things have passed, and it's time for writing.

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Harmony Church
Vietnam 1968 The heat was heavy and wet, stifling, and persistent. A 23-year-old from Oklahoma walked point. Members from his squad called him Okie or Indian. He was somewhere between a quarter and a half Chickasaw, his skinned deeply tanned by an unremitting tropical sun. Six months in the bush had sculptured his physique down to the bare necessities. His dark arms were lithe and defined and always glistening with a mixed sheen of sweat and moisture. Rain came sporadically, in impulsive erratic deluges, much like the enemy that he was drafted to kill. The politicians that drafted him had the luxury of negotiating from a distance. Dressed in suits and ties, the only thing they were going to kill was time. In Vietnam it was different. There was no negotiating. It was a zero-sum game and he had learned quickly to kill or be killed. It was that simple.
By Gregory 5 years ago in Serve
Snow and Death
Snow and Death I knew the snow was coming. We had been warned for days. Still, when I crawl from under my blanket, the blanket my Chickasaw grandmother made for me years before. The one full of colors and love, the one in which her laughter somehow remained even after she was gone. The one now draped over my shoulders as I leave my bed to open the door. Before me another blanket, this one white now covers the earth. Snow is rare on the plains and despite the warnings, always comes as a shock. So does death. I only wish it were as rare.
By Gregory 5 years ago in Families
Snow and Death
I knew the snow was coming. We had been warned for days. Still, when I crawl from under my blanket, the blanket my Chickasaw grandmother made for me years before. The one full of colors and love, the one in which her laughter somehow remained even after she was gone. The one now draped over my shoulders as I leave my bed to open the door. Before me another blanket, this one white now covers the earth. Snow is rare on the plains and despite the warnings, always comes as a shock. So does death. I only wish it were as rare.
By Gregory 5 years ago in Families
Live in the moment
The past an illusion the future contrived it is only in the moment that we are alive So take every moment
By Gregory 5 years ago in Poets
Stones and Sand
Her hair was thick and matted, all tangled up and ratted, with hard faces staring down. Her shame was thick and sweaty,
By Gregory 5 years ago in Poets
A Winter Lament
I sit inside a moonlit room. The winter wind is howling . The demons from my past are here, and in my head they’re prowling.
By Gregory 5 years ago in Poets
Late night longings
Late night longings… The moon is high and so am I, your memory makes it so. The night is heavy with your scent , why did you have to go.
By Gregory 5 years ago in Poets

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Snow and Death

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Late night longings

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