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Sidney and Norman | Phil Vischer | Little Book, Big Story
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Sidney and Norman Phil Vischer Little Book, Big Story. What is The Big Story? What is The Big Story? August 7, 2015. Sidney and Norman Phil Vischer. It’s summer vacation! I’m taking the last month of the summer off, so I’m going to pull out a few posts from this blog’s early days, gussy them up, and share them with you (think of them as “summer reruns”). I hope you find some new titles among our old favorites! Today’s post originally appeared on April 19, 2013. Are you familiar with Phil Vischer? But ins...
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APPEAL | Hey Lou Writes
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I Looked Over Jordan. Lemon Moon {Part I}. Lemon Moon {Part II}. I Said I’m Here. I Thought, You Said. Why Don’t You. I’d Like That. Where I’m From. They’re going to stop us, too, Cindy said. I didn’t want to believe her. But she had been right. The moment was so long ago… so in the past. Yet, I thought of the statement daily. Her words, the ones that really came true. How could I have expected anything else to happen? The wind only carried with it bits of dirt and a sound that signaled of nothing. I nod...
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I Said I’m Here | Hey Lou Writes
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I Looked Over Jordan. Lemon Moon {Part I}. Lemon Moon {Part II}. I Said I’m Here. I Thought, You Said. Why Don’t You. I’d Like That. Where I’m From. I Said I’m Here. I Said I’m Here. You called out to me. I said I’m here. You shouted out my name. I said I’m here. You went sailing on a sea. So very far away. You sent a message. I said I’m right here. You cried and shouted. I matched your efforts. And screamed I’M HERE! And I’m still here. You fumbled and fell. I did hear your yell. And said yet again.
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I Looked Over Jordan | Hey Lou Writes
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I Looked Over Jordan. Lemon Moon {Part I}. Lemon Moon {Part II}. I Said I’m Here. I Thought, You Said. Why Don’t You. I’d Like That. Where I’m From. I Looked Over Jordan. I Looked Over Jordan. And a few minutes later, again. I heard it coming from the cell down the hall. Singing away. One low note at a time. One string of melody. Just kept repeating the damn thing. Shut your trap, he warned. There was no response. I looked in that small window. The inmate had long brown hair, greasy against his pale ...
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Poetry | Hey Lou Writes
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I Looked Over Jordan. Lemon Moon {Part I}. Lemon Moon {Part II}. I Said I’m Here. I Thought, You Said. Why Don’t You. I’d Like That. Where I’m From. Poetry could be the window into souls. If someone stumbles over their words, can’t figure out what to say… feels so much emotion that they’re speechless, then I believe that is a form of poetry. I happen to write mine out. Others do things differently. These poems all connect together the way a short story might. One day, one moment in time,. I enjoyed them ...
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Best Of | Hey Lou Writes
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I Looked Over Jordan. Lemon Moon {Part I}. Lemon Moon {Part II}. I Said I’m Here. I Thought, You Said. Why Don’t You. I’d Like That. Where I’m From. What do folks like best? I’ll tell you! When it comes to what I. Gone Girl, Marriage, and Being Cool. Gatsby is a Verb. I Ran, I Read, I Cried. I Did The Thing You’re Never Supposed To Do. Things I {Hate To} Love. Things I {Hate To} Love Part II. Bad Poetry, Bowl Cuts, and The Past. Can You Find What’s Missing? Lou, The Conspiracy Theorist. Now THAT Is Real.
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Proud Mothers | Hey Lou Writes
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I Looked Over Jordan. Lemon Moon {Part I}. Lemon Moon {Part II}. I Said I’m Here. I Thought, You Said. Why Don’t You. I’d Like That. Where I’m From. He’ll come home, my mother said. She nodded her head. She whispered it again. He’ll come home…. I stepped into the kitchen and tried to step lightly as to not startle her. It was the year 1776 and I’d done what every boy my age wanted to do once they became a man. I turned 18 and signed up. I sure felt like I was still a boy, no matter how grow...I stood in ...
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Beginning | Hey Lou Writes
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I Looked Over Jordan. Lemon Moon {Part I}. Lemon Moon {Part II}. I Said I’m Here. I Thought, You Said. Why Don’t You. I’d Like That. Where I’m From. I’ve heard it called. The birds and the bees. But I say no,. It’s the birds and the trees. After all, I don’t need a flower. I need a root. Roots grow deep, but only at home. A new one only gets pulled up by the wind. You think the new is better somehow. But old ones make the best of friends. Grow under me, through me. Remind me how it was. For now I’m a tree.
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