Mark Graham
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I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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The Graveyard
A place of peace also, of serenity maybe but just be wary of.... ********* Do you ever walk through a graveyard and wonder who, what, when, where and the why? Is it a place to remember those that we lost for are they really lost at all for the most part aren't they not in a better place. They or most of them of found their way home. As in the image those markers of lanterns may have led them home for, they have seen the light. For a graveyard is like a way station between two worlds or three.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
Looking at Old Photos
Going through many old photographs from my parents' younger days through my childhood of the 1960's and 1970's. There are black and white ones as well as those color ones with all the 'red' eyes. There were tears and smiles with more smiles than tears. As I found out my mom saved all those school pictures (individual and class). I began looking at these and wondered whatever happened to most of them especially from elementary school. I know some moved but believe it or not I found a few on social media and now are 'friends' once again. Happy memories.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Critique
Old Photos
Memories are found remembering who, what, when where were we headed. ***** Whose the one who takes all the photographs in your family? Do they use their phones or do some still use a camera like a Kodak or even a Polaroid camera. When looking at all those old pictures of family and friends with the red eyes what do you suppose that we were thinking did we really want our picture taken then or what. True it is a memory of sorts but not everything had to be recorded for prosperity but was still placed all together. (Photo album)
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Poets
Pooh meets Paddington
As Pooh and Paddington continued on their journey through the Hundred Acre Wood along with all Pooh's friends so far, they decided to take a rest under a tree. They sat and Paddington told Pooh about London. Paddington looked up towards the sky and noticed a bird that should only fly at night. Oh, look at that bird Pooh. That's my friend Owl. Owl saw and landed. Now going further down the path, they run into Rabbit. Introducing each other they all head to Christopher Robins's to see if he knows how to send Paddington home to London from here.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
What is a funeral, really?
One night at the funeral home on my way leaving work I thought I heard a noise coming from the embalming room. I was the only one there. I stood there at the front door wondering should I check it out. Then I thought it was nothing, but I heard creaking coming from that direction. I went down the hall I could feel goosebumps and began to shiver. It was me coming out the door for I never knew when to finish work and I died working and now forever checking and rechecking making sure that things are done. Help!
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Fiction
Who's funeral?
Whose funeral is this? I asked. The person at the casket looked down and wondered is this real. I was just talking to them the other day, and as the saying goes, they were smiling and rushing about not knowing what will happen just going about their day. I guess you really do not know how much time we really have. We must learn from this experience one way or another to appreciate what we have in our family and friends and also how we live our lives one way or another to make us fulfilled and move on steadily.
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Critique
