H. D. Ingles

Athlete of the Year

I have many accomplishments. Okay, okay, I have one accomplishment. I lived to be eighty. Given my large number of...

My father went to France for the Great War. That’s World War I, in case you didn’t know. Daddy never...

Was in thirty-nine I was born, One Sunday night in Old July. I Think I’ll die one winter morn. It’s...

A Sonnet: When a Horse Runs Out of Hay (By A. Nano Moose) I once knowed a little filly. She...

A Short Winter Spring. It passed you by; you did not learn, Because it seemed to last so long. For...

I am quite sure that most teenagers, somewhere along the line, tend to be losers. That’s primarily because they are...

Eighty and Counting: Today, July 2, 2019, I made it to eighty years. I have no idea how I got...

Recently, there seems to be a lot of talk about Concentration camps. I have a feeling that the term is...

I am publishing this letter not to fill you with emotion because it is a love letter my father wrote...

What I am showing you could well be of no interest to you. It is only a Christmas card. What...