Mark Graham
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I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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What is a funeral, really?
One night at the funeral home on my way leaving work I thought I heard a noise coming from the embalming room. I was the only one there. I stood there at the front door wondering should I check it out. Then I thought it was nothing, but I heard creaking coming from that direction. I went down the hall I could feel goosebumps and began to shiver. It was me coming out the door for I never knew when to finish work and I died working and now forever checking and rechecking making sure that things are done. Help!
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
Who's funeral?
Whose funeral is this? I asked. The person at the casket looked down and wondered is this real. I was just talking to them the other day, and as the saying goes, they were smiling and rushing about not knowing what will happen just going about their day. I guess you really do not know how much time we really have. We must learn from this experience one way or another to appreciate what we have in our family and friends and also how we live our lives one way or another to make us fulfilled and move on steadily.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Critique
Death?
We know what wearing one these information tags mean or do we? One who wears it is no longer present on this plane as we know. Have they walked through the veil or whatever one may call as one is received in death? Or have they climbed the stairway up or did they go down? There at the end of our days will be either a glorious reward or an eternal punishment. Death should not be feared for He is with us in all ways, so this little tag of identity will in a way make sure we go right.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Critique
I had a Dream....
I had a dream, and in this dream, I was much older. Me and a few friends were sitting around sharing our various memories of the past and comparing it with present of our older selves. We realized how things really did stay the same from how one dressed to the vocabulary that one spoke. We gathered at various venues along with others to share current events and even to answer questions for the younger generations. I guess in the future I will be a teacher of sorts. We realized that we as elders were still of some value too.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
Fried Green Tomatoes
Green, tender, fresh Fried and delicious Fried Green Tomatoes! (I know the image doesn't match the poem, but I think this one is close for it's one of preserves and the one not on a shelf looks like tomato preserves. One of my most favorite meals although delicious but fattening for they are fried.)
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Poets
