Dana Crandell

Joined November 2021

318 stories

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Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.

Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist

My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity

The Upland Soul

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Thoughts of the Day
Where are the tributes? Where are the tears? Have we really forgotten In twenty-three years? ~ It's not been forgotten,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Train, September 10
*** Background music triggered by the title thought *** Come on, boot up! There we go. What's on my calendar? Oh, September 10! Switch tracks!
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Jake. Top Story - September 2024.
I'm never sure what to expect when my partner and I arrive for these exchanges. Most of the time, the people we meet don't know, either. This was clearly no exception. When our little sedan pulled up to the curb, the young woman looked petrified. I stepped out of the vehicle and opened the back door. Jake bounded from the back seat and I released the breath I'd been holding. He was home!
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Psyche
What Curse Was This?
Gentle fae, what evil was wrought here? What force would fracture your innocence, Freezing each feather forever in time,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
There Will Come Sharp Pains
There will come sharp pains and the smell of Bengay™, And old knees creaking as we wobble and sway; And kids in the park laughing at us,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Tsunami. Content Warning.
Staring, transfixed, as the horror unfolded, Incapable of averting unbelieving eyes. Lives changed forever and violently
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Dana's Little Book
Dana wrote a little book, And published it himself. He filled it full of poems and stuff From his dusty old shelf.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Say Something. Content Warning.
Solace and solitude are not the same If the voices inside are too vicious to tame. Lies that we tell ourselves lurk in the mind.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
The Calm Before
Storms roll in, ragged and rumbling, Inundating my senses. Luxurious in their darkness, Ebony emissaries of August's impending end.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Let's Walk
Stroll with me a while. I want to see that smile Linger on your lips and Enjoy the warmth as your hand slips Next to mine and our fingers entwine,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
The Advocate. Content Warning.
“So, why should I agree to this?” I'd actually expected something more profound when I opened my mouth, but then again, it wasn't every day you spoke face to face with Old Scratch, himself. Short, grossly overweight, filthy and clad only in spandex briefs, his current appearance wasn't exactly inspiring confidence.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Fiction
The Final Moment. Content Warning.
Space was what we'd wanted - lots of room to grow In anticipation of a dozen kids in tow. Love brought its first miracle and gifted you the glow.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets