Music is Memories

April 25, 2016 by Kerry Fores in LIFE, THOUGHT, HUMOR, ALL

"There is a universal language to be sure, math and one of its sublime dialects...music. Your story hits on both. Bravo." ~James Hamman DDS

"Sweet memory. I have some of the same. Beautifully written, as always." ~Martha

As with the smallpox virus, I believed the last remaining copy of “Islands In The Stream” had been sequestered. I believed debates were ongoing for its incineration, so nothing would remain of it but horrific stories of personal suffering, and painful memories of tragic dates. I believed wrong.

Ghost Rider

September 08, 2015 by Kerry Fores in ALL, LIFE, THOUGHT

"...in order for a little baby seed (soul) to grow, it would have to pass through fire, flood, or....shit." From Ghost Rider: Travels On The Healing Road by Neil Peart.

Dear Elvis

Graceland

January 07, 2015 by Kerry Fores in LIFE, THOUGHT, ALL

"...written so beautifully, like a quiet and personal evening at Meditation Garden.... I so want my friends to read this." ~Alicia Nowak

Maybe your purpose was to shred our transistor radio speakers, sneer on our black and white TV screens with over-saturated movements, change everything, inspire everyone, and then beat a hasty exit the same way you dashed off stage after each performance on The Ed Sullivan Show.

My Early Years as A Writer: No Substance, But the Spelling Was Poor

Roosevelt Elementary School

December 14, 2014 by Kerry Fores in HUMOR, ALL

By second grade, having turned my back on singing, I took to writing. In the envelope holding my second grade report card I found – folded imperfectly to a quarter its original size – a yellowed, wide-ruled notebook page with a fringed right margin and the carefully-penciled lettering of an 8-year-old boy. My first bit of travel writing!

How To Thank A Veteran

Lackland Air Force Base

November 10, 2014 by Kerry Fores in LIFE, THOUGHT, ALL

Minutes passed. I don't know how many. Many. Our small bags grew heavy. Our grip on them grew weak. Our knees trembled from equal parts fear, cold and fatigue. Our shoulders sagged. What was this game? How long would it go on? What am I doing here? Can I just proclaim this a terrible mistake – a stupid decision – and go home?

On A Whim and A Prayer

July 02, 2014 by Kerry Fores in LIFE, TRAVEL, THOUGHT, ALL

To give my impromptu flight a light-hearted spin I joke that I woke up in desperate need of a shot glass with a ceramic jackalope glued to its bottom and flew six hundred seventy-eight miles to Wall Drug, in South Dakota, to buy one.

Among the Clouds

June 11, 2014 by Kerry Fores in LIFE, THOUGHT, ALL

On tarmac bathed in humid red
My silver mount and goggles shed
I stand beneath the sky just flown
Beside the plane that brought me home

If You Think This is About A Car...

April 23, 2014 by Kerry Fores in LIFE, ALL

My last child left home and, like her three sisters before her, she will never return to live with me though I may see her from time to time. The move came suddenly, unexpectedly, as her 18th year in my house approached. One day I was making plans to buy her a new Pimento-colored dress, and just a few days later I was helping her pack her possessions into boxes for the move.