GO ON WITHOUT ME

By John Thomas Tuft

It was a standard church building basement, austere and functional. Save the flash and dash for the sanctuary upstairs. The Special Committee for Upward Transfer, or SCUT, assembled one by one around the bare fiberboard topped table on the inevitably uncomfortable folding…

A RED WAGON THANKSGIVING

By John Thomas Tuft

Little Danny was on a Thanksgiving mission. The weekend before the holiday he went to the garage and got out the Radio Flyer red wagon that his grandpa had given to his father when he was a little boy. Two Christmases ago…

OKAY…THANKS

By John Thomas Tuft

The stiff breeze off the sea ruffled his hair as he approached the outcropping of rock and restless sands. Sticking far out into the entrance to the sound, it was the perfect spot for a light house. Whitewashed walls reaching toward the sky, heavy wooden…

THE SANDS OF TIME

By John Thomas Tuft

Sifting through the whispers that I’ve piled in a corner

Treading softly so as not to disturb even a shadow

I come across several memories of those who have faded in

And then faded out of my life leaving behind joy and…

MAGNIFIED SILENCE

By John Thomas Tuft

Thomas received a degree in Engineering from George Washington University, gaining expertise in a world of precision, certainty, and predictability in the year 1940. This was a much more welcoming world than that of emotions, fickle feelings, and family dynamics. It was even a…

NEXT TIME AROUND

By John Thomas Tuft

Far down the back roads, deep into the short scrub pines

Sits the old broken trailer of Lil’ Scooter Shine

Behind it sits a now overgrown quarter mile track

Where the smells of oil and moonshine harken one back

To the night of…

By John Thomas Tuft

The eagle soaring in a cerulean sky

Looks down at the bear with a practiced eye

But neither ponders any questions of why

That perilous road belongs to you and I.

Consider the ant crawling through endless sands

Or the spider weaving endless strands

Neither considers…

THE LAST CHRISTMAS

By John Thomas Tuft

“Sun lights up the seasons

Blue eyes light up the night”

Sang the man from somewhere north of here

“Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?”

Sang the singer with the golden hair out…

LIKE A PRAYER

By John Thomas Tuft

Pap sat on the stoop of the old garage, propped up next to the small house. The garage was home for Pap’s tools and endless mason jars of screws, nails, nuts, and bolts. A roll of black electrical tape was always close at…

LIKE A PRAYER

By John Thomas Tuft

Pap sat on the stoop of the old garage, propped up next to the small house. The garage was home for Pap’s tools and endless mason jars of screws, nails, nuts, and bolts. A roll of black electrical tape was always close at…

John Thomas Tuft

John is a novelist, retired mental health counselor and minister and sheep farmer, who now lives in North Carolina.

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