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Human communication is, perhaps, the most misunderstood issue of our time. Communication between people is underused, overused or abused. When we talk, we talk too much. When we listen, we hear only what we want to hear, and even our eyes deceive us because the rest of our senses are not…
Human communication is, perhaps, the most misunderstood issue of our time. Communication between people is underused, overused or abused. When we talk, we talk too much. When we listen, we hear only what we want to hear, and even our eyes deceive us because the rest of our senses are not tuned into what the…
As a young man writing became a form of escape rather than communication. Like every youthful and exuberant lad with a particular talent I thought I would someday write a great poem, essay or book, but that never happened, although I did write well enough to make a living at it for a while, which in technical…
Chapter Six Tuesday morning over my first cup of coffee at home I made a decision to run a private investigation into the death of Benjamin Rodney; in my 15 years as a reporter I had never seen a redacted accident report. My editor, already agitated, would not help. In fact, Bill would most likely hinder me.…
I formulated a theory about God, and one I still hold to this day. First the question: if we are all unique and different, why would we all be judged alike? The answer I came up with: we wouldn’t be judged exactly alike. God understands our personal nuances, our past, how our environment shaped us,…
By JR Owens © In this life that I have wasted, In the sweet nectars I have tasted I fought for freedom from within, To be free from what I could have been? While material wealth escaped me, And the sun set too soon upon me, I never felt without, Though, I lived a…
Five I entered the front door of the police station and walked straight to the dispatcher. “Chief Pierce in,” I asked the blonde woman behind the thick glass window. ‘Hi Jack. No, the Chief’s not in; he’s gone for the day.” “Shit!” “What’s this about Hon?” “It’s about the murder this morning.” “Murder,” she asked…
Four Rotary luncheons are boring, but you do get a free meal. I had hoped Bill would send Shelly for this, but I understood why he was sending me. I knew the Senator fairly well, had interviewed him on several occasions and supported him in an editorial before the last election; Bill figures the senator…
Three The odor of Harold Black’s cigar smoke still lingered inside the editor’s office. After Bill took over as editor he often complained how badly the room needed a fresh coat of paint, but over the months to follow he must have grown accustomed to the smell because he still hadn’t contacted anyone about painting.…
Two Monday morning the rain came down at a steady pace as I drove to work. It was a dark day with low hanging clouds, the kind of day that made you wonder if the sun would ever shine again. As I pulled my car into the newspaper’s parking lot I saw that man again,…
The following is an unfinished novel I began two years ago, a novel I hope to finish here. I have written 13 chapters and will present one nearly everyday, then begin writing the following chapters and present them every few days until the novel is finished. This novel is copyright protected. The Calypso Cure By…
A few years ago when I began a Facebook page the experience seemed more pleasing than it does today. Posts seemed to be more personable, positive and pleasing, but that is quickly changing into something else. The folks who run Facebook attempt to collect too much personal information while placing limits on editing abilities, users post…
I enjoy scouting new roads, and they are difficult to find sometimes because what seems like an interested road at one point ends up nowhere, or ends up as a dirt or gravel road, and on a cruising or touring motorcycle, those roads are not the best to travel. This route begins in Apopka, Fl.,…
By JR Owens “Spider” It had been a long time since I woke up to crisp clean air in the morning. As I exited through our hotel room door that opened to the parking lot my world seemed surreal; a misty fog hung over and between the peaks of the nearby mountain tops, the grass…
George Washington led a colonial army over the mighty British nation and became our first president, but surprisingly enough, Washington was born an underdog. His story tells us how far determination and being in the right place at the right time can take us.
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