BlogHide Resteemsresteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in poetry • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.RuinBut how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? —Atwood The Moon asleep In a blue haze Up in the dark heights, And you somewhere Thinking of me Adrift in a jumble…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.One Dark Day ...Inside a Woman's HeadIt was a dark, silvery afternoon…the wind howling at 90km an hour and I was headed to the lake to take pictures of the waves, of course. As I approached the Lake Erie shoreline, I caught glimpses…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Country Blues ...Part 2I was lying to myself when I thought I was lost, I have never been lost - I just wasn't ready to be found. ― Nikki Rowe Bonnie Always on the road singing country blues in bars isn’t…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in poetry • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.October ChillOut with my pup For an autumn walk; The air sharp With the scent of fall; At dawn, the roofs White as a shroud, But no frost yet Upon the ground. Behind the houses Cloud towers…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Cold Autumn RainThe wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die. ―…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Nights in Purgatory ...FinaleThe world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive. ― Rick Riordan Robyn and I are on the trail of a serial killer and we've finally narrowed…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agosteemCreated with Sketch.Covenant With Earth ...Finale ...Love Always ReturnsI really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound. ― Sarah Ockler Forever We had spent a golden day on the pond and I had…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agoSilent Partner ...Part 2 ...Creepy Things Behind Closed DoorsEnchantment that is unrequited desolates the soul Jeannie Church I went to work for Ruskin House, a philanthropic organization that has been around for ages and hasn't seemed to change…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agoFresh Start …Finale ...The Advent of the UnexpectedThere is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare. ― Mary Renault Regan I had misgivings about Mar going hiking with…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in writing • 5 years agoFresh Start ...Part 4 ...A Gathering StormI had doubts about Mar going out on her own hiking with Charly—I couldn't exactly say why but it was a grim reminder of Regan's fatal end. Regan's death also occurred in the fall on a hike with…resteemedjohnjgeddes (75)in poetry • 5 years agoLooking for Your GhostI took a day To search for God And ended looking For your ghost. Drove past old streets We used to walk Wooden verandahs Where we used to talk. Everything narrow And confined Not…h-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoFinal PostH. P. Oliver and HPO Productions are severing all connections with the Steemit website and its owners. To those who supported my efforts here, thank you. To everyone else, I quote Douglas Adams:…h-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoLike A Scary Clown FaceLate 1940s--Los Angeles After dark Hollywood Boulevard becomes a neon nightmare—a nightmare some folks never wake up from. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reservedh-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoA Drop In The BucketLate 1940s--Los Angeles The LA basin is a desert. It was never intended to support a population of 1.5 million. That's why we steal water. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights…h-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoJust A Little Guy Nobody KnewLate 1940s--Los Angeles They just called him "Kid" 'cuz nobody knew his name. It made a short epitaph. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reservedh-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years ago"The finest politicians money can buy." ~Will RogersLate 1940s--Los Angeles If they ever get all the corruption out of LA, there won't be anybody left to run the city. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reservedh-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoWelcome to LA. You just reached the end of your rope.Late 1940s--Los Angeles If you meet a sweet, innocent dame in LA, don't bother askin' for her number . . . she's just passin' through. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reservedh-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoQuite Frankly, I Don't Give A Damn EitherLate 1940s--Los Angeles There are more than a million people in LA, but you can still get lonely here . . . the worst kind of lonely. Copyright 2018 Steve Eitzen – All Rights Reservedh-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoAdvice For The Excedingly IlliterateIf you don't understand what's going on, go back to sleep. We don't need you anyway. (I just included the Johnny Spicer logo so you'll think this post is in character. Do not be fooled by…h-p-oliver (55)in writing • 6 years agoCynics WelcomeLate 1940s--Los Angeles The dame gave me a look she probably thought was sexy as hell. It had all the appeal of a mashed potato sandwich. Everything in this post is copyright 2018…