All Categories - Graham Lyle Ross
The following was inspired by the poem "I'm Glad You’re In My Dash" by Linda Ellis. When all my...
This is my all-timefavorite photo of my brother Bob and I... My brother Bob was and is my...
Let’s go hunting. Great idea, got the .22 rifle, got the ammo, called the farmer and he said okay...
I am often alone – I am never lonely – I, me, and myself - the three of me. And it seems there...
This is a scary story! Don't read it if you are superstitious and believe that dreams are more...
It is 1956 and I have started school and in those days we were expected to man up when the going...
Have you ever been at a funeral and taken a big mental step back and asked yourself just what is...
The true story of a boy's love for his dog, discovering the loss of death, the unsatisfying...
We, using the collective "we" to describe the human species, have been grappling with the basic...
Moths gathered in afluttering throng one night To learn the truth about the candle's light,...
In a surreal time while I ignored the world, I felt a stare through the smoke that...
Life. What's it all really about? Is this all there is? Is this as good as it gets? Answer......
Very few men arise in any given millennia who make a mark on the world as profoundly as did Omar...
* Click the image to listen to my recitation of the modern version. TO LIVE, or not to live,...
A meditative fantasy poem on the mysteries of love and life. What is it... this thing we are...
Obviously this is an AI generated image of a future world, but it really is not that much of a...
TAMAM SHUD tamám shud, meaning "is over" or "is finished" Alas, that Spring should vanish...
This story takes place in early 1972, I remember because that year was the year that I was...
The year is 1966 and we are living in a suburb of Ipswich Queensland called Booval. I always...
Moon Song by Ron Morris ...