Remarkable

‘Sour Grapes’ for ‘Soured Political Goals’!

Remarkable

By BR Chitwood

Remarkable is the sustained spectacle of Power…

Those who build their lives for only that purpose,

The audacious scope of their existence to easily

Manipulate, presume as their own the wealth of all.

In their artifice, is it to mete out chunks of money

For programs to sustain and grow their empires?

 To bolster their mocked, superior claims to fidelity?

So easy their timidly feigned gratitude and honor,

Their guiled grasps of emotions to fit a moment, all

Movements designed to touch soft spots of the heart.

Is it a Monolith that will crumble of its own weight?

Is our destiny ordained by this ever-present pol-plague?

Will we be spared by a magical wave of Providence?

Or live in a dark and ugly Swamp-World of the Elites?

Is it time for the Flash-Thunder Redemption of Souls?

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By BR Chitwood – November 30, 2020

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Writing and Me

Read, Write, Experience!

by BR Chitwood

Most people who write and those who wish to write likely know that the libraries of the world are comfortably stacked with the ‘how to’ of creative writing. Writing for years, I guess the thing for me is, I have to do my own struggling, find my own way of saying things with these fingers that dance along the laptop keys.

The question for me is not so much, how successful can I be financially in my writing? (Don’t get me wrong, why would I mind at all cashing a lot of royalty checks!) It has simply been for me more important at this juncture in my life finding out the boundaries and dimensions about where I’ve been, all the bad experiences, all the good, and getting a better idea of who I really am. My books have plots, and they have characters. These plots and these characters serve me and give me a chance perhaps to ‘muse and fuse’, to discover some things about me I never knew. I like to say, ‘Readers can find me on and between the lines of what I write’. It is true for me, and ‘finding me’ between my lines is not always a gratifying view of myself – not that I wish to leave with the reader the impression that I’m an unsavory character, just that I have made mistakes of the heart and mind.

Sure, I want my books interesting enough to be read, enjoyed, and to have people talking about them. The most important thing, though, for me, is being true to me, plumbing my depths, finding the music of my soul, and hoping I discover more of me.

Ego?

Maybe so. But it has got to be me finding out whether or not I’m any good at this business of writing. I think maybe I am. It’s not that I’m not willing to learn — it’s just, it better be there within me now, this style thing, this appeal to readers, because I’m not necessarily going to find it in the library…been there, done that.

I’m thinking we do it by ‘doing it,’ over and over again… if we’re any good, we need to trust that little voice inside that says we are.

Everyone has to do her and his own thing. I’m old enough to think I’m just as right as some folks who write about writing and maybe too dumb and inflexible to realize I’m singing a song here with a guitar out of tune.

That’s what I’m thinking!

I’ve written twenty books, some inspired by true crimes and beastly appetites of abuse… Perhaps I write in those genres because my own young life was touched by murder, abuse and poverty. So, I write in those genres of Mystery and Suspense, but also in the Romance genre, Love stories connected to History, and two Memoirs.

My personal Website and Blog features all my 20 books, complete with synopses, and my blog has a near 400 posts, including short stories, Flash Fiction: https://www.brchitwood.com

Please visit my site. Hopefully, you will find my writing interesting.

BR Chitwood – November 29, 2020

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The Essence of Love

God Bless all the little creatures of the world!

By BR Chitwood

During the soothing touches of my massage by a good and lovely wife, we chatted about one of our small pets… I thought the story of how we met our little cottontail rabbit and our seven-year love affair with that cottontail might have some soft and tender moments to convey. The morning was bleak, gray, and looked like snow. The trees were stark and sad without their leaves against the gray backdrop. It was much like the day ‘Christmas’ came into our lives.

Julie and I lived in Cave Creek, Arizona with Toby, our beautiful and faithful golden retriever. It was Christmas night around 10:30 PM and Julie took Toby out into our front courtyard for a tinkle session and to turn off the holiday lights on the few small trees and bushes. Julie heard a quick rasping sound among the gravel and brush. Toby suddenly assumed his retriever pose near our courtyard wall of stucco.

Toby maintained his pose there in the courtyard looking somewhat dumbfounded with his head arching downward and trying to see why the squeaky-sounding creature might be quivering under his furry body. Julie saw that it was a small cottontail rabbit, obviously recently born, seeking refuge under Toby’s body. Julie picked the tiny rabbit up and put it in the palm of her hand. She could see from the holiday lights that some animal, perhaps a coyote, had caused some serious damage to the rabbit. It had one eye missing and its small head was bloody and appeared just recently attacked.

With Toby softly moaning at her side, Julie carefully carried the cottontail into the house and began her miracle nursing. She wrapped the one-eyed cottontail in a small blanket, found in our garage an old cage we had once kept our lop-eared rabbit, Gigi, and put her tiny wounded creature inside. Julie put the cage and rabbit in the room she used as an office, with Toby still softly moaning and keeping careful watch.

The next morning Julie went to see a Veterinarian friend nearby and was told that the most humane thing to do would be to put the rabbit out of its misery. What the Vet did not know was that my wife is a true animal lover and refused to take to heart her pronouncement. Julie persisted, and the Vet finally gave her a small doll’s bottle for feeding, some kitten formula, and recommended that Visine drops be put in the rabbit’s good eye, that Neosporin be used on the gashed head, and that the formula be fed every two hours..

Julie returned home to find Toby in a state of frenzy. The cottontail had somehow managed to get out of the cage. Julie finally found the rabbit under her desk near the cage. Then Julie began the steady nursing and rehabilitation of the tiny desert cottontail. Every two hours, Julie brought our new pet, ‘Christmas’, out to the great room, wrapped in its blanket, fed it and tended to the wounds. The incredible thing was that Toby played Dad and Mom to this little furry creature, nosing its little bottom up in the littler box to make it go potty.

For me, it was a remarkable period as I watched all of this play out over the following days and weeks. Julie is the most patient and caring person I know. She loves animals, family, and children more than anyone I have ever known. She even loves me, and I consider myself one of the luckiest men in the world.

‘Christmas’ moved with us to a lake community and thrived with her daily routines of treats, going to her guest bedroom hideout under the bed, returning to Julie’s office to be fed. Julie was the only person that ‘Christmas’ would allow lap time. And, after seven years with us, that is where ‘Christmas’ died, on Julie’s lap.

It was early morning and Julie had come to her office where ‘Christmas’ litter box and feeding took place. Julie would habitually hide little treats around the office for ‘Christmas’ to find. This particular morning, all ‘Christmas’ wanted was to be on Julie’s lap. With tears flowing, Julie softly stroked with her forefinger the fur on ‘Christmas’ back, her barely audible breathing fainter with each passing minute.

We all cried, even Toby, when ‘Christmas’ died. She had become part of our family. I found a shoe box, lined it with tissue and a treat, and placed ‘Christmas’ in it. Julie, Toby, and I drove some miles to the country, found an old gnarled oak tree near a farmer’s field and, after a few words of love, buried ‘Christmas’ there.

Even in writing this, in the remembrance, tears easily come.

Perhaps, that is the essence of love. Perhaps that is why God gave us enduring souls.

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BR Chitwood – (From the Archives) – November 28, 2020

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Pumpkin Pie and Tomorrow’s Promise

“Pumpkin Pie and Hope for Tomorrow!”

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Pumpkin Pie and Tomorrow’s Promise!

By BR Chitwood

Most of us are always in the moment of a calendar’s celebration…

This year, we citizens of the world who still believe in tradition and well-wishing will put on that in the moment face over a family Thanksgiving dinner, and an invisible cloud of uncertainty above our place settings. Our smiles and the anecdotes displayed will have an invisible cautionary reality of new hope, promise, and doubts which is exactly as it should be.

 We sit at our Thanksgiving family tables and give thanks to our Deity, if that is our wont, for seeing us through another year of death and living, of Medical and government officials seeking control over a menacing virus that is killing millions, of another presidential election fraught with fraud, duplicate ballots, chicanery far and beyond any we have seen in our lifetimes, political parties going in different directions, with some of its members sheltered by the riches of the ‘Swamp Dwellers’.

It is not unlikely that the conversation will mildly and slowly evolve to these dreadful subjects, and most families will handle the pros and cons of these monologues and dialogues with tacit awareness that all at the table will not have agreement on the issues.

After the turkey and pumpkin pie, family members, will play their games of Trivia, Charades, and/or, weather permitting, horseshoes, pitch and catch in the backyard…

Soon, the grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters go home with family love in their hearts but a ‘never before’ felt deep uncertainty as to how their country will turn out once the virus has been controlled through vaccines and the political wars ahead…another Civil War, undocumented immigrants coming in thousands across our borders, a serious and alarming tilt toward Socialism where citizens serve their ‘big tech’, ‘global conglomerate,’ ‘big money’ power brokers?

They will likely be very different Thanksgiving dinners from those of our recent pasts, people defying the political leaders’ mandates regarding attendance numbers, perhaps more arguments than in the past, more pent-up aggression and anxiety.

Then, who knows?

We could be turning corners dictated by a history already predicted and about to be recorded, a history that is actually a new edition of We the People and God Bless America.

Who knows?

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By BR Chitwood

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Demented Pleasure

“Any chance for an editor somewhere getting all atremble about my writing?” (Just asking!)

©Demented Pleasure

BR Chitwood

What manner of demented pleasure do I receive by  

The daily pounding of these laptop keys?

Most certainly not the accolades written in copious

affirmational delight with so much ease…

Please mind not what seems vain adolescent tripe…

Each of us in turn have found our time to gripe.

My observation is, writers bear it alone for hours,

and become inured to the ‘hearts and flowers’.

So, write your historic epic, your suspense thriller,

just remember, there are millions drafting a chiller…

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by BR Chitwood

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Mars and President Trump

‘Play the fiddle and light the fire!’

Mars and President Trump

By BR Chitwood

Designated time zones accommodate our earth’s perpetual orbital laps. Imagining the delicate nature of our Galaxy, our Universe, the mysterious space, the black holes, the exploding stars, all that is out there far beyond the ability of most of us to grasp how it all came to be can bring dizziness to the mind. Even, when we walk away from a Space Scientist’s longcommentary of words and phrases, see the astronauts floating around in their cramped environments and out in the black space through which their capsule takes them.

It is all so captivating to see but not clearly comprehend the limits to which some special earthlings have come to develop craft and tools to explore outer space, to delve into mysteries of our Universe for understanding the nature and the reason for human life.

Our astronauts are now preparing for the long journey through space to Mars. What wild and tantalizing true tales will they give us of the journey…I pray for their safe return to Earth and news that will enlighten the world

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From my birth spot in a small Bible Belt Appalachia sawmill camp, there was poverty, family disconnect, and much for a young boy’s mind to ponder. Church on Sunday was usually a sermon about ‘sinners in the hands of an angry God’, followed by an altar-call, and my later baptism.

So, I was constantly confronting myself with questions about sin and salvation, about my tiny part of the Universe and why God let my Mom and Dad divorce. Economic bad times were hitting everywhere, particularly in Tennessee and other southern states.

In my little cot at night, my mind was busy trying to make sense out of the confused world I lived in, why God was allowing this to happen. Anything and everything I thought on, from ‘how the world was created’ – Sunday School and Church gave me the information of how God built the world in seven days, The ten commandments, a fiery death to sinners…

As I grew, became somewhat educated, I began to realize that it was going to be crowded down in Hell. I joined the US Navy out of high school, met people from other parts of America, and began to loosen up a bit. Oh, constant yips from my brain would not allow me to go too far over my Appalachia upbringing.

Through College, through some exciting moments in my life, I grew but never became ‘whole’.

When Sputnik came and the ‘Space Age’ went full throttle, I began questioning some, not all, of my early bible teachings…

Now, back to Mars and a world so totally different, with violent groups of protest, a good president defiled and made to look ‘dummified’, full-tilt hatred by the Left and the groups paid to riot and rip our cities apart.

To come so far with Science/Technology, to finally go to Mars and perhaps beyond, we, as a nation most gifted, cannot put the hatred  away, cannot say NO to the BIG CORP/TECH groups that seemingly want to control how we think, how we work, how to audaciously point to a hard-working president who attacked the  Covid-19 Plague by working with the private sector to create vaccinations that will soon put the ugly Corona Virus behind usall this while insulted and vilified by the mainstream press – an embarrassment to proud real journalists.

To come so far with their hatred, they will put President Trump through the ringer of what certainly appears to be a rigged election. What else can a sound-thinking group of people think? An addled democratic candidate stays in his home basement all through the campaign, reads a few briefs from a monitor, is destroyed in debates with the president, deals with China for millions of dollars for himself, son, and brother – plus, coming forth with progressive (Socialistic) plans for double-digit trillions to rip-off the American Taxpayers.

It was my intent to create in this post some proud American moments for which all patriots can be proud PLUS look at the duplicity of politics at its worst.

Think about it: four years of President Trump has created the best economic record in our history; more jobs; more for minorities; incredibly fast action to create vaccines for the Covid-19 Virus; Military enhancements to preclude foreign designs; So much more; Trump is a man devoted to his country and its people, and he deserves another four years.

Alas!

BR Chitwood – November 18, 2020

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How Will I Find You?

Thinking one day of my mortality and the next dimension, my thoughts turned to Julie, my wife, my love, and how I would find her there in the land that only the soul can know. These are the words that came to me:*

How Will I Find You?

 There in the light blue sky

Where I look for your face

In the soft white puff of cloud?

 There in the empty chair

Where you once quietly sat

In the room of my solitude?

 There in the now barren garden

Where I once watched you

Kneeling, planting your seeds?

 There along the pristine beach

Where we collected sea glass

Among the gulls and shells?

 Where will you be when I am

In the shadows of tomorrow

A man lost in youth’s sorrow?

 How will I find you, my love

Knowing not where to look

In such a strange new world?

 When my timid spirit wavers 

There in that unknown land

How will you return to me?

 In the darkness that is death

What is God’s demand of me

To atone for sins of life?

 Why does this most peculiar

Etching of words play so

Strongly upon my defiled soul?

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BR Chitwood November 13, 2020 (From the Archives)

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How Will I Find You?

“Where will you be when I am
In the shadows of tomorrow…”

Thinking one day of my mortality and the next dimension, my thoughts turned to Julie, my wife, my love, and how would I find her there in the land that only the soul can know. These are the words that came to me:

How Will I Find You?

 There in the light blue sky

Where I look for your face

In the soft white puff of cloud?

 There in the empty chair

Where you once quietly sat

In the room of my solitude?

 There in the now barren garden

Where I once watched you

Kneeling, planting your seeds?

 There along the pristine beach

Where we collected sea glass

Among the gulls and shells?

 Where will you be when I am

In the shadows of tomorrow

A man lost in youth’s sorrow?

 How will I find you, my love

Knowing not where to look

In such a strange new world?

 When my timid spirit wavers 

There in that unknown land

How will you return to me?

 In the darkness that is death

What is God’s demand of me

To atone for sins of life?

 Why does this most peculiar

Etching of words play so

Strongly upon my defiled soul?

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BR Chitwood – November 12, 2020

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Songs of the Soul

“Soul Songs Sung Softly…”

Songs of the Soul

By BR Chitwood

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[This post is dedicated to Leah Chrestien:

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So many ‘mystic’ memories coalesce here in my soul, some too nightmarish and obscene on which to dwell, mentioned here only as side notes to a hitchhiking heart that would chase pellucid romantic illusions for a lifetime… Love, family, picket fence, without the negative side-scripts.

This incredible Romantic crusade brought me joy, love, and ultimate soul tremors until the inevitable ‘small things’ became too large, too cumbersome, and the sad ending would come. There, in that desolate mood of self-pity I would languish, absorb too much alcohol, settle for a lady of the evening, and awake in the mornings with hangovers and self-loathing…

This became the routine of my life. Having a college degree and good job, I worked in some sort of sloven capacity during the day, did some TV commercials and acting on the side, and it was seldom I was late for cocktail hour – party time, lady-chasing time, cocktail time.

I married, had kids, divorced in ten years. Must have liked ‘marrying’ because I did it again and again…until I found the ‘perfect lady’ for my imperfect self, NOT in a bar, but at the work-place. She is a lady of outstanding intellect and understanding, a patient person in our nuclear family.

Finally, I turned to my ‘first real love’, writing, I write novels inspired by true crimes, mysteries, thrillers, romance novels, a couple of memoirs, Science-Fic, et al. I’ve written twenty books, 400 blog posts, flash fiction, poetry, and short stories.

We live in Arizona with the Cacti family, the rattlesnake family, other homo sapiens.

I have mellowed with age, no more lady-chasing, bar-hopping, and booze. In fact, I’m a rather dull guy, care for my country, for all of the patriots who gave us freedom and liberty.

One last admission: there are at times the demons in the night, and youthful thoughts that give me hunger for that unruly past.

BR Chitwood – November 11, 2020

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Manipulation of the Worst Kind

“It is never wrong to be RIGHT!”

Manipulation of the Worst Kind

By BR Chitwood

Anyone remember the movie, Network? About a TV journalist who decried efforts of ‘Big Corp/Big Tech’ in their efforts to control the events, the ebb and flow of our lives?

Remember that journalist in the dark of night sticking   his head out of a window and yelling: “I’m sick and tired of all this manipulation, and I’m not going to take it anymore,” urging people to rebel against this warped conglomerate of big business, big tech, and crooked politicians who were dividing and changing the face of our country?

Sound familiar?

What am I suggesting?

How dare I suggest such an evil scenario?

Really, are these the groups deciding for us, the American citizenry, the currents of our lives

Okay, I have only the credentials of a United States citizen, a Veteran, aging, not too seriously relevant in anyone’smind these days, perhaps, never.

But a certain nerve recently went berserk pre and post in our 2020 Presidential Election. Usually, when my nerves go berserk, I go to my laptop and allow my fingers to do their dazzling merry dance among the keys…making sense, or, maybe, nonsense.

So, if you are of a mind to listen, to read my words, here is my short thesis…

The 2020 election year has presented some baffling anomalies, and, yes, Joe Biden is one huge anomaly!

Admittedly, my mind is not the sharpest, but, please, pray tell, how is it that a man who spent not his time on the campaign trail, but, rather, in the basement of his home, who finds it difficult to utter a simple sentence without his wife’s coaching whispers? ‘Come on, Man’, is this some colossal joke being played on the great American Electorate?

How is it that a man with forty-seven years in our US government, including eight years as Vice-President to Barack Obama, a man with no notably featured accomplishments in all those many years – unless we include as a feature ‘The China/Ukraine, et al’, all of the million dollar deals he made for family benefits? The blunders and gaffs by this public servant are too many to catalog…

How is it that this folksy man, Joe Biden, and his Socialist VP running mate, Kamala Harris, with her own history of guile and San Francisco chicanery, are at the entry level of our beloved White House?

How is it that these two people are about to replace one of the best presidents this country has known -with the best Economy in history, the best US GDP Growth Rate at 33.4%, best Job numbers, a soaring Stock Market, best Minority numbers, best foreign relations and Middle East Alliances – nominated three times for ‘Man of the Year’ award…on and on.

Can pronounced hatred of a president who eschews suave political rhetoric, a rare non-politician politician, be so vile as to allow the leaders of our country of over 360 million-plus people to carry out this miscarriage? Are the ‘Swamp People’ so consumed with loathing, wealth, and their agenda that they would have another ‘Civil War’?

There seems to be no doubt that the voting system is broken… With a country so filled with knowledge, how is it we cannot develop a ‘fail-safe’ voting system? A voting system that cannot be manipulated by dead people  voting, late ballots, lack of monitoring?

Mr. Biden, Ms. Harris, please find work in another government far away. Your Progressive Programs can not find roots on our sacred ground. Our government is run by the people and for the people…

It is my belief along with so many millions of Americans that this election was frought with fraudulent activities. For this American, there is no question due diligence must be rendered by the ‘Powers That Be’ to determine without doubt the voting verdict of the voting public

We must choose our Constitutional Caretakers carefully, never forgetting that the blood spilled by millions of our freedom-loving youth and patriots is the script for our venerated documents for governing our Republic.

Please do not defile our Democracy!

BR Chitwood – November 10, 2020

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