Deep in the Woodline... : Writing

Breathitt County Girls

Breathitt County Girls

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


Just an acrostic about a look back into the past and the realization that the dreams of youth are almost never the reality of the future...
Fall In!

Fall In!

A Story by Deep in the Woodline...


Just a realization that as time marches on, some lessons are never forgotten...
Arbeit Macht Frei...

Arbeit Macht Frei...

A Story by Deep in the Woodline...


I wrote this about an experience in the mid 70's while serving in Europe. Arbeit macht frei: work makes you free.
Overnight Guest

Overnight Guest

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


Sometimes, even the Devil is a welcome visitor when you're alone...
Death

Death

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


A little acrostic that just popped up out of nowhere.
Resurrection...

Resurrection...

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


Just a simple acrostic about finding yourself in the eyes of another and gaining a rebirth of sorts.
Passing Over...

Passing Over...

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


The legacy of men is often displayed at the time of death by the tears they warrant. Written for a friend's friend.
Dinner with the Devil...

Dinner with the Devil...

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


Darkness bites a quarter chunk Out of Harvest Moon Whittling pink, pale flesh Down to size Down to size Down to size ..
Death of the Marienettes

Death of the Marienettes

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


I don't know who you voted for or why, but I've never been a big Obama fan. Guess this says it best...
First Light...

First Light...

A Poem by Deep in the Woodline...


Just a description of a lonely winter morning taking shape...

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