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He doesn’t miss the whiskey,

he doesn’t miss the wine

he’s been free of it all 28 years,

going on 29.

The day he laid the bottles down

was one of the best days of his life,

Now he helps others who are where he was,

he’s pointing them all toward the light

By: J.N.R Dutton

Thank You All

Dear all, thank you for continuing to take time out of your day to grace this blog with your presence. Keeping it open & active is something I definitely don’t regret.

Unfortunately, with that said, I will be away from this blog for a very BRIEF period, due to circumstances and necessary obligations that can’t really be helped. No need for anyone to get worked up, I and my family are doing well overall.

I will be back around 1st of November at the latest.

Whatever It Takes (Poetic Story)

An old man with a wandering glow in his eye, looks deep into the eyes of his still loving wife. Have they been together 40 years, or is it 45? He can’t remember most of the time.

His mind has crippled with age. It’s often like a book that someone’s taken and blurred out or crumpled the pages, but she’s still grateful for the days, when his memory finds it’s way back on occasion, and he smiles at her in sweet recognition.

As is true Love’s fashion, with all her heart & zealous passion, she says “he’s my other half whom I’ll never forsake, in sickness & health was the promise I made, and I’ll keep that promise to our dying days, come whatever may, whatever it takes.”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Rebecca (Another Poetic Story)

A kind of free verse piece

Rebecca worked in a bookstore in a small town, that’s often how her days were spent. She chose that career as more than just a way to pay for the rent, or gas to get around. She adored books.

She’d say they were some of her truest loves in every sense you could possibly think of.

Anyone who knew her would say she was more than a bit obsessed, some might even think it unhealthy, something needing to be seriously addressed.

She read voraciously, everything from full novels to poetry.

She wanted to be a writer too from an early age.

She felt sometimes that other aspects of life could be mundane, she sometimes felt trapped like a caught animal in a cage, but when she’d write, or when she’d read, or help another avid reader find the books they need that’s when she felt the most free.

By: J.N.R Dutton