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Wendigo

The little Cree camp in the quiet valley hunkered down in fear. Somewhere out there it was watching them. Eyes that glowed red in the snowy moonlight. A gaunt apparition with limp skin sagging over its emaciated body. It was the worst of all fears. And the Wendigo was hungry. It was the middle ofContinue reading “Wendigo”

AZ Check My Ballot

All Arizona early voters need to check to see if their ballot was received and accepted. (It took over a week for mine to show up in the system.) Ballot-by-Mail/Early Ballot Search (arizona.vote) Main Menu-Poems, rants and stories- http://www.azrockdodger.com Return to Twitter/X- http://www.twitter.com

Music Box Magic

Music box, music box, take me away, Let me hear magic each time that you play. The cylinder turns with gears and with springs, Tickling the forks as the box sings. This little box is more than a toy, This little box brings out the joy. A tune we all love tinkles from it, WhateverContinue reading “Music Box Magic”

They’re Bringing…

“They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. ….poisoning the blood…it’s in their genes…..

Homecoming

The Ribbons on his chest The thousand-yard stare A DD-214 They told him DiDi Mau!* *Get the @#%$ out of here! An airplane, a ship, a bus, and a thumb Crossing 8 time zones The World. No men in black pajamas with AK’s No thuds walking closer No C-Rations with bad cheese Resuming hisContinue reading “Homecoming”

May i Take Your Hand?

May I take your hand and open every door? May I lift you up and tell you that there’s more? Can I hold a candle to alight our way? Can we stop a while and our thoughts convey? Could I be the comfort that you sometimes need? Could I find a way to help yourContinue reading “May i Take Your Hand?”

Laura

Sometimes a song is just too raw to listen to. Laura from 1967 is such a song, “Laura hold these hands and count my fingers, Laura, touch these lips you once desired Lay your head upon my chest and hear my heartbeat Gently run your fingers through my hair….” It wasContinue reading “Laura”

Empty Campsite

Somewhere in the Dragoons there lies an empty camp, Up on Soren Pass, it’s a long, long tramp. Where a miner found some glitter in a vein of quartz, Digging through the rock, he had a mine of sorts. We don’t know what he found, nor why he’s not around, The wind’s the only sound,Continue reading “Empty Campsite”

2050

Coltrane stopped and pivoted as he reached the steel door. The digital timer next to the little observation window ticked down. Eight seconds. He had plenty of time before the shock collar began buzzing. He held his wrist up to the scanner. He didn’t like the chip, but what could he do? He hadContinue reading “2050”

Desert Race

TeThe line of bikes stretches for hundreds of yards. How many? Hundreds, maybe thousands. One of the greatest spectacles in racing is about to begin. Men, kids, even women are astride a kaleidoscope of colorful machines. Bright jerseys and worn leathers topped by every variety of crash helmet ever produced. They wait, silent, tense, theirContinue reading “Desert Race”