McFagelson Farm Inn was a popular place and well known for its Saturday night barbecues. They not only had guest rooms and a couple small apartments to service the help, McFagelson Farm was a working farm with cows, horses, goats, sheep, a few chickens and a variety of wildlife critters that often came around, unless George caught them raiding the hen house. They didn’t usually return. Gus and Ollie had lived there for a little over a year and Greta, Agnes, Lucy and Fern had lived there almost as long. Now Gus and Ollie were missing, just disappeared without so much as a good-bye. The ladies were deeply concerned and as rumors spread…Well read on.

Sometimes our past comes back to haunt us but we don’t have to let it knock us down. Old ghost like to shadowplay, play head-games and taunt us but you don’t have to let it happen, not if….Read more.

Secrets, gossip.

Gossip, life.

Gossip, abuse, pregnancy.

A haiku about human nature in contradiction.

A poem I wrote

Rumors, assumptions, lies, that ravage the soul and turn the heart to ice; how do you deal with them, especially when it is directed at you or those you love? Gossip, the destructive tongue, it is more cutting than an icy blizzard wind. Read more…

Observing the conditions while I was doing time in county jail and how grown women act.

A fictitious story of what didn’t take place but could have happened to anyone beyond the distance of this poem.