Thomas Hemminger

I have lost the night. This concrete kingdom blisters,and the cool air is pushed out.The clamor of mechanized livingprofanes the peace of evening.The light from our busynesspollutes the sky,and veils the silent sentinelswhere they shine. I will steal awayand find the night again.I will find it coming after themisty breezes following autumn showers.I will find it streaming … [Read more...] about I Will Find the Night, By: Thomas Hemminger

“Rio Grande Valley” isa strange name for you,a delta on a plain. Your history is a treasure;your pre-history a mystery. The “Garden of Texas”, you area growers’ paradise forproduce, citrus, and free-growing flora. You are culture-rich,and full of dreams. Flowerbed for humanity,you teem with the timeless talesof hearts and minds reaching for the … [Read more...] about Garden Valley, By: Thomas Hemminger

I sit in the living room,typing my work,and I watch my baby boythrowing his mighty ball. I sip coffee at the table,reading the news,and I study my young boydrawing his ferocious dragons. I drive up the roadpast the Methodist churchand I hear my young manplaying piano in his melodious festival. I lie in bed at nightabout to drift offand I think of my big manliving … [Read more...] about Echoes, By: Thomas Hemminger

Being married meanslaughing at ourselveswhen you forget what youcame in the room for,or when I twist my backpicking up my shoes. It means a dream vacationon a dusty East Texas farm,and holding each other closeunder a never-ending canopyof stars. It meansnever feeling lonelyin a sea of people,knowing there is always someonewho knows where I am. … [Read more...] about Being Married Means…, By: Thomas Hemminger