This website is a technology beyond me. It has a lot of potential to be explored, and it excites me to think about what I can do with it....

THE DAWNING OF DEATH By Michael Dean Cook 4-13-22 It was the viewing day at the funeral home for my youngest son, almost age twenty-four....

I LINGERED By Michael Dean Cook 4-12-22 Where have you been? We’ve been waiting for you. I made an excuse. The funeral lunch was getting...

Once again, I apologize for the lack of my interaction. I still don't understand how to operate this website. My advice is to...

12-22-11 When your father grows old, and no longer knows you - Will you abandon him? He will pull down with him - those who attend to his...

I thought I posted this poem long ago, but here it is as promised to a special person. OLD HANDS 2/15/12 She sits upon the edge of...

This is the end of the short story THE BREAKDOWN, and the beginning of the sequel, A BOY'S JOURNEY. A BOY’S JOURNEY Timmy heard a...

I’m aware of what they say about “echo chambers”, but it really is a form of gratification to read someone who coherently expresses...

A Haiku By Michael Dean Cook 6-25-21 FOLKS BAKE IN THE SUN. PEOPLE ARE WET AND FREEZING. I'M COMFORTABLE.

THE MEEK By Michael Dean Cook 5-30-21 Heads sunk in the sand. Meek people are but cowards. Slain with impudence.

By Michael Dean Cook 5-26-21 When I was a lad, I was confident that I could sail my boat whenever and wherever I wanted. It would just be...

By Michael Dean Cook 5-23-21 I do the laundry around here, but I dislike it about as much as cooking and doing the dishes. I'd rather...

By Michael Dean Cook 5-13-21 With your father's life, You were provided your own. Now you owe your son.

By Michael Dean Cook 5-10-21 Frail and unsteady. Ninety- five is weight to bear. Courage of heroes.

By Michael Dean Cook 5-3--21 Please come to my mind, Words of worth and good quality. May ears hear my voice.

by Michael Dean Cook 2-18-21 Just as it ceases, You think it's over, because Of the quiet lull. The music softly resumes With calm...

by Michael Dean Cook 2-18-21 My fellow students - High scholastic achievers. Enjoyed their mischief.

by Michael Dean Cook 2--15-21 My hand won't be stayed. Righteous indignation's My entitlement. Time for deliberation Is over and done....

By Michael Cook 2-11-21 I weaken and tire. Where is the truth I now seek? It lies deep within.

by Michael Dean Cook 2-3-21 Saints and Angels pure. There's no safe harbor these days. Sailing through sharp rocks.