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. I'm driven to express myself here. I make no apology for that.
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. He always had a way of warming up to little kids. There was a
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 cold. But it was an hour early From what I ordered. It ain’t me