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Kristine_ES commented on deanna dickinson mccall's blog post Mustang Spring"Hello and congratulations!!"
Jamie Hogan commented on deanna dickinson mccall's blog post Mustang Spring"Outstanding! Congratulations Deanna!"
Angela commented on deanna dickinson mccall's blog post Mustang Spring"Best wishes to you on your success."
deanna dickinson mccall posted a blog postMustang Spring
Hi, everyone. I've missed you all, every single one of you. This isn't a six, warning....Just wanted to let you know I've been busy writing, editing, and seeing my book come out. MUSTANG SPRING: Stories & Poems. Dreams can come true. I'll be back when things calm down.See More
Bill Floyd commented on deanna dickinson mccall's blog post Morning Carnage"Touching. I can see why you had to write this."
"Done well without sentimentality. Excellent."
"Sad and real. I can't name what is beautiful but I agree with Cita."
Mike Handley commented on deanna dickinson mccall's blog post Morning Carnage"Very well written, Deanna. Thanks for sharing it."
deanna dickinson mccall commented on deanna dickinson mccall's blog post Morning Carnage"I haven't had much time to write on here lately, but was moved to write this. Thank you, Angela."
Angela commented on deanna dickinson mccall's blog post Morning Carnage"This is powerful stuff. Not an unnecessary word in the whole thing. Fine, fine work."
deanna dickinson mccall posted a blog postMorning Carnage
I woke to gun shots, shots from a large gun and far too many shots, all sounding from about 10 feet from the bed where my husband and I nest every evening. I rolled out of the now empty nest to find out what the hell he was shooting at while the sky was still in shades of pink and I was looking forward to the cool breeze floating through the lace curtains to caress us while we had a rare chance to sleep beyond 5:30. “Fuckers”, he said aiming down the barrel to where my eyes followed to the scene of carnage, the smell of blood,freshly torn organs and guts mingling with the acrid gun powder. The last coyote was running with tucked tail for the hill, dust kicking up as the bullet tore into the ground behind him. The doe was probably the one who crashed my garden fence 2 nights earlier, thin, but heavy with fawn, my husband discovered when one of the coyotes ran away dragging the unborn fetus in its mouth while the doe still fought. His weary eyes meet mine as he stands the gun against…See More
deanna dickinson mccall commented on Cita's blog post Great Ranches Sold"and he has gotten old w/o meeting his own expectations."
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Mustang Spring
Posted on November 15, 2012 at 8:22pm 4 Comments 0 Favorites
Hi, everyone. I've missed you all, every single one of you. This isn't a six, warning....Just wanted to let you know I've been busy writing, editing, and seeing my book come out. MUSTANG SPRING: Stories & Poems. Dreams can come true. I'll be back when things calm down.
Morning Carnage
Posted on June 27, 2012 at 8:05pm 7 Comments 3 Favorites
I woke to gun shots, shots from a large gun and far too many shots, all sounding from about 10 feet from the bed where my husband and I nest every evening. I rolled out of the now empty nest to find out what the hell he was shooting at while the sky was still in shades of pink and I was looking forward to the cool breeze floating through the lace curtains to caress us while we had a rare chance to sleep beyond 5:30. “Fuckers”, he said aiming down the barrel to where my eyes followed to the…
Continue SAVING GRACE
Posted on August 8, 2011 at 10:29pm 4 Comments 0 Favorites
Rivulets run down horses
Manure scents the air
Awe of nature’s forces
Answer to his prayer.
Lightning splits the inky sky
Horses wheel, ears laid flat
Trembling, tear thundering by
Masses of muscle and fat.
Ring of raging rain
Pings and puddles off tin roof
Squeal of spinning weather vane
All proclaim the pounding proof.
Cattle scatter from feed grounds
Gather beneath dripping trees
Dream of green redeeming…
Hollyhocks
Posted on August 4, 2011 at 10:00pm 0 Comments 0 Favorites
Some are fragile, shell-like palest pink, some have the hue of an apricot, others are the deepest, richest ,shade of blood red. There are pure whites resembling camellias, country-sunny yellows and every season, every year they change and become unique in their colors and layers of ruffles.I started them from… Continue
Comment Wall (4 comments)
- At 5:18pm on April 15, 2011,
Robert McEvily said… - Such a great shot. :)
- At 4:56pm on April 15, 2011, Robert McEvily said…
- Great photo!
- At 9:09pm on December 19, 2010,
Bradley F. Koetting said… UVA UVAM VIDENDO VARIA FIT
- At 7:27pm on June 26, 2010, Robert McEvily said…
- Hi Deanna, hope all is well!
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