Timblack1927 : Writing

Mute But Not Silent

Mute But Not Silent

A Story by Timblack1927


Here I lay, stuck in the snow. Like in my dream, I call for help, but no one can hear me scream. In the past, I would pray and find temporary peace. W..
Number 22

Number 22

A Poem by Timblack1927


22 Veterans die each day, this is in their honor, and those struggling today.
My Father's Lake

My Father's Lake

A Poem by Timblack1927


I sit on the edge of my father’s lakeFishing pole in hand, hope to get a catchWhat’s off in the distance? Slithering snake. Slowly advanci..
Sept. 29, 2015

Sept. 29, 2015

A Poem by Timblack1927


Dear constants of life, we fail to thank youYou have been faithful since the genesisEach morning your glory rises, so trueBeaming rays off your bounty..