Category Archives: The Poetic Side

I Hear Him

Posted on December 22, 2017 by

Here’s a poem I wrote several years ago. I hope it blesses you.   I Hear Him I hear Him. . . In the awesome, roaring grandeur of the thunder the waterfall the pounding surf   And I hear Him. … Continue reading →

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The Accidental Poet

Posted on March 29, 2017 by

One Saturday a month, I have the privilege of moderating a critique session with a small-but-tasteful group of writers. I don’t think any of us would object to being called “nerds.” We take our work seriously, and when we are … Continue reading →

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Meanwhile, in my “Other” World…

Posted on June 18, 2016 by

The day before Father’s Day, Mrs. Tweedy and I drove to Italy, Texas to participate in the “Tour d’Italia” bike ride as usual. The organizers offer five different routes: You can choose 12, 30, 42, 50, or 63 miles. I’d … Continue reading →

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Tradeoff Thursday

Posted on September 27, 2012 by

I’ve been getting to know Jody, a fellow blogger, for some weeks now. We like each other’s work so much that we decided to trade Guest Posts and share the joy. On an agreed-upon day, Jody would publish one of … Continue reading →

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Through the Looking Glass and Into the Intergalactic Quiltapalooza

Posted on November 7, 2011 by

Disclaimer: I blatantly stole the word “Quiltapalooza” from my friend Dan, whose lovely wife Cindy has often attended the festival described below. It’s just a good thing I was not driving. Not only were the unfamiliar Houston streets interrupted by … Continue reading →

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Road Trip

Posted on April 22, 2011 by

I wrote this poem in September 2007 for my Intro Creative Writing course. Road Trip by Janice C. Johnson Pinewoods rise and fall away behind us, giving ground to prairie. The brown grass reminds us it’s still winter. Two sisters … Continue reading →

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