Dana Crandell
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Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
Achievements (16)
Stories (322)
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Dear Vocal Creators
Dear Vocal Creators, I've been thinking about how to announce this little “milestone” for a while now. As it turned out, while working on my previous Letters of Gratitude piece, it occurred to me that I owed a debt of gratitude to all of you.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Humans
Thank you, Dog Man. Content Warning.
Dear Wray, I write this knowing that your eyes will never read the words. They were tragically and permanently closed long before I matured enough to realize the debt of gratitude I owe you. So, today, I write this letter, in a selfish attempt to relieve myself of that debt. Feeble and much, much too late, but an attempt, nevertheless.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Humans
Dear Counselor
Dear Counselor, I know you'll see the humor in that greeting, but it's not completely in jest. We've been through a lot together in the past – what, six years or so? I lose track of time, but you know that. I also tend to wander off-subject, but you know that, too.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Humans
My Grandma & Your Grandma. Content Warning.
This will be my first post to the Swamp community. It may also be my last. If you're a friend of mine on this platform at the moment, you've probably noticed that I don't usually comment on political threads, either. There's a reason I don't spend time in this arena and this morning is a fine example.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in The Swamp
Castles in the Sky. Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
I remember the sparkle in those green eyes, the day we met. I recall the flash of her red hair in the sun and the way the freckles danced on her cheeks when she laughed. And that laugh – pure music. I learned what “lilting” meant that day.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Fiction
Night Storm
light splits the heavens while ebony clouds explode dark rivers run wild *** After an all-night thunderstorm (which makes me sleep peacefully), we were awakened by a huge lightning strike this morning. I woke with this haiku in my head, so I decided to share it even though the challenge is closed. Probably for the best, since I've entered too many already. It's still pouring outside.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
