Crepuscular Dreams
A poem.
Agrarius Digeratus Literatus Domesticus │farm ~ hack ~ write ~ real estate
A poem.
Writing is hard. It's even more difficult if we spiral down a rabbit hole of wasteful exploratory churn. Fortunately, modest planning techniques can help pilot the narrative back on course, no matter the medium: corporate presentation, how-to manual, flash fiction, novel, memoir, or even a sonnet.
A poem.
Existential musings on an introspective year of mourning.
In memoriam, Carol Marie Colombo Warner, June 18, 1941 to November 14, 2022. Delivered as spoken eulogy on December 17, 2022, Hope Lutheran Church, Cranberry Twp, Butler, PA. by Todd Warner. (Note: originally 'Adrift. Untethered.' Title changed to avoid conflict with a similarly titled poem.)
We were not looking for a dog. We vowed that our next pup was going to be an older rescue dog. Oops! Meet Huck!
For eight years we have been plagued by mediocre to horrible rural internet. No longer! Starlink FTW!
Mystery solved! Well, not really. But the customer service interaction was, at the very least, entertaining.
Drop everything! Run!
In memoriam, Lawrence Omar Warner, September 29, 1939 to January 21, 2022. Delivered by Todd Warner as spoken eulogy on May 15, 2022.
I earned my Eagle Scout award in 1987. Those years seem so long ago, yet my scouting experience still impacts me in a very real way. Those were my formative years—good years surrounded by good people who helped make me . . . me.
Hey hey! It's that time of year again. A time, I'm sure, you have all marked on your calendar. An auspicious day. A day of reverence. Yup! It's that day we all celebrate Todd's departure from the corporate world and his move into semi-retirement.