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“It’s All Greek to Me”
[I wrote this a year or so ago and didn’t realize it hadn’t published. Tarkio College is being reborn as I write this. My brothers and I are still connected and some of us even closer than before. The rest … Continue reading
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“In the Beginning”
I hated high school. Yep. I was in the Class of ’68, but it wasn’t Rydell High and I sure as hell wasn’t anyone noticeable, even in a class of 50. Hell, when graduation rolled around, I was tied for … Continue reading
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Misanthrope
The loneliness of crowds isolation of noise a corner island awash in the surf of friendship drowning in self pity DrDan 12-31-2015
I’ll Stand Up for You
I’ll stand up for you In the pouring rain Shower you with hope Take away your pain I’ll stand up for you In the darkest hour Take your fear away Help you see your power Hold your head … Continue reading
“A Cup of Tears”
It’s been a while since I’ve done any writing. I’ve been busy with all sorts of things the last few months–big remodel of the house (inside and out), traveled to the UK for two weeks, back and forth to the mountains … Continue reading
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Tagged Family, growth, Life, life cycle, memories, parents, philosophy, short story
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“On Happiness”
The happiness of little children is amazing to watch. They find joy in the simplest things. Watching them grow can be painful. Part of that process is learning to deal with adversity and “the thousand natural shocks that flesh is … Continue reading
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“Injustice”
Whata ya gonna do? Sit around and cry in your beer? Go ahead. Drink yourself numb. Eventually, for a little while, you’ll sober up. It is what it is. OK. It’s cliché. But truth usually becomes cliché. I tell people … Continue reading
“The Pine Box” —for SMP
Nicks and cuts Dings and dents Nail holes Blood Sweat Tears Decades of growth rings in 100 year-old boards You and I are there In the wood itself and The hope that remains of Memory and Friendship Daniel J. … Continue reading
Star Shine
I want to rearrange the stars to write your name there and I Love You with the light from millennia ago to shine another several thousand years much shorter time than I have loved you …will love you … Continue reading
Howling at the Moon 
“Not Relevant Anymore”
I was born in December of 1950 and grew up in small towns in northwest Missouri. My family for generations were people who had been farmers, owners of small shops, and in service occupations. My grandparents made ends meet as … Continue reading →