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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In Nature's Arms
Sailing smooth seas, Immersed in introspection, Lolling lazily, listening. Effortlessly, enlightenment enters. Nature nurtures noiselessly,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Sanitatem in Pace
Suffering in it, some will say. I am not suffering today. Let there be no shred of doubt Enter your kind thoughts about
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
The Righter. Top Story - August 2024.
Mike was still too flabbergasted to think straight. He led a boring, nondescript life, worked a boring job as a convenience store clerk, and had no significant impact on the world around him. Why would he, of all people be given this opportunity? And why had they all just shown up at the store?
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Fiction
Note to Self
Heavy, the veil of self-absorption Darkens the space to suit the mood. Born of bitterness and fed Well by disappointment,
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Time Was...
There was a time when conversation Was easy as respiration. Dad and Daughter, with a bond Forever and beyond. Time was harsh, somehow.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Good Intentions
They said we were too young to commit Before long we both proved them right But one of us was stubborn "For the kids' sake," I said
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
A Reply to RP
Another trip around the sun, done. Needs fulfilled, wants waiting in the queue. New horizons - distant, but worth the walk, while
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Doom & Gloom. Content Warning.
A/N: This poem is not intended to promote (nor condemn) the consumption of alcoholic beverages. _______________ There's something heavy in the air.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
The Chase. Content Warning.
My chest heaves, lungs moving air that feels like shards of glass. My head spins wildly and my legs threaten to buckle, leaving me in a heap on the dark sidewalk to nowhere. I don't dare stop. I can't risk turning around. I know it's gaining on me.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Horror
Iamb What Iamb
Why do you insist upon this meter? I love the way it rolls from my tongue, sir! This “jingle, jangle” scheme appeals to you?
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
The Beginning of the End. Content Warning.
Joe pushed the green button to clear the alarm. The pathogen, surely, could do no more harm. In the silent, sealed autopsy room, below,
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Danasaurus. Top Story - June 2024.
In the barren lands of Northern Texas Where anomalies of nature are not rare A creature roams whose existence perplexes
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets