J. Delaney-Howe
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Bipolar poet. Father. Grandfather. Husband. Gay man. I write poetry, prose, some fiction and a good bit about family. Thank you for stopping by.
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All That I Am
I recently saw a few stories on Vocal that were “About Me” from the creators, which prompted me to do the same. Yes, it is an excellent way for people to understand me, and with that comes some sense from my writing. But it is also difficult for me.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Humans
Friday Night Hangout On The Farm
I couldn't wait to get my chores done on grandpa's farm this particular day. It was Friday evening, and Chase, Adam, Trevor, and I were meeting at Ben's farm. Adam got his older brother to buy us some beer, and I had some weed to share. We weren't a rowdy group. Most Friday nights, we drove the pickup out to the far end of the pasture, built a fire, and just sat around a fire drinking and laughing. We had been sneaking out here since we were thirteen years old and sneaking cigarettes from our parents.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Fiction
Just Get There
This is a continuation of the "Just Get There" series. Here you can find part 1 and part 2. Jessa was fighting back the panic she was feeling. Tears of fear and shock about what just happened rolled down her cheek. She felt like she had been waiting in the quickly fading dusk for an eternity before she heard him call out again.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Fiction
The First Time I Blew Up a Poacher's Boat
I suppose to tell my story, I should give you some background information on me. I grew up in Florida on the gulf coast. The town we lived in was a fishing town. Life was far from the resorts and beaches across the state. I fished in my daddy's boat for many seasons growing up. Until Hurricane Katrina hit. Fishing was never the same after that, and fishermen had to go twice as far to catch half as much. The matter was only worsened by the BP oils spill just a few years later. I decided I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to understand how marine life is affected by the fishing industry, by natural disasters, so I decided to become a marine biologist. My dad has long since retired and sold the boat. He and my mom live a quiet life now, still on the water. And he is still buddies with all the guys down on the docks. Now and then, I go with him down to watch them unload the catch of the day, and I can see his eyes beam, wishing that was still him. What I saw that day would only be the start of some of the most horrific, inhumane poaching practices I would come to see.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Fiction
Encounter
The bright morning sun lit up the new snow as if it was illuminated deep within each snowflake, all combining their light. The sky was clear and brilliant in blue. The air stings my face, but at the same time, fills my lungs with crisp, pure air, settling into the deepest part of my core. I look to the top of the hills on each side of me, feeling protected and safe within the valley's confines. The gleaming snow seems to light the woods that surround me from within. As I make my way up the snow-covered path, the blue sky breaks above. The bare, dark tree limbs seem to come together against the topaz blue sky, and the stained glass cathedral before me opens up. The snow crunches underneath my feet as I walk deeper into the hidden inner sanctum that seems to call for me. The air still stings my face, but as I walk into a clearing, I pass through a warm, bright spot that makes me look up and acknowledge the sun, appreciating it for the warmth and light it brings.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Earth
Instructions Upon My Death
My Trusted Friend- If you are reading this letter, then I assume you got the brown paper package. It contains information and proof that needs to be in the public's hands, not the government's. They would suppress it. To understand the instructions at the end, you have to understand the beginning. I never wanted any of what happened. Our lives were very ordinary. We were a husband and wife with four children, living on our farm. We had a good life, and I loved my life. Until the green lights started.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Fiction
Living Through Bipolar Disorder
***Disclaimer: This article, in no way, should be taken as medical advice. This is just MY experience with bipolar disorder. Persons with this diagnosis must remain in treatment and remain on the medication regimen that their doctors prescribe. Always consult your practitioner.***
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Psyche
