Author Archives: William Wayne Smith

A Splash of Joy

Today, I am full of joy. I’m running in the family lake. Continue reading

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A Brief Act of War

In a brief act of war, the new leader spat out his vicious aggression. The angry reply was a strong attack. Early the next year, the combatants drew a truce. As the world moved on, I knew that the wasted … Continue reading

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Experiencing the impossible

I wondered what English looks like to people who see English for the first time. Suppose they know how to read Hebrew, Arabic or Hindi, but they have never seen English. What do they experience? Now I don’t have to … Continue reading

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A Lovely Song

My poem has become a lovely song. The musician is pure and true. His music lifts up my words each night. This is my favorite spot to perform. My friends dance to my songs. I enjoy my life with them. … Continue reading

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