When I first entered school, I didn’t know anything.
When I received my diploma, I thought I knew everything.

When I first entered college, I didn’t know anything.
When I received my degree, I thought I knew everything.

When I first entered the workforce, I didn’t know anything.
When I received my first promotion, I thought I knew everything.

When I first entered parenthood, I didn’t know anything.

. . . Some things never change.

by John Rea-Hedrick
Thursday, December 10, 2009

To wait is the hardest thing to do.
Potential energy held at bay
awaiting kinetic birth.
To be poised between the before . . . Continue Reading

by John Rea-Hedrick
Tuesday, December 1, 2009

If a lifetime of wisdom could be summed up in a single word,
no mouth could utter it.

If a lifetime of love could be felt in one beat of one heart,
no flesh could . . . Continue Reading

by John Rea-Hedrick
Saturday, November 28, 2009

I said goodbye to my friend today.
Rather more like to the promise of a friend, . . . Continue Reading

by John Rea-Hedrick
Thursday , November 19, 2009

Most of my life has been spent
with my eyes below . . . Continue Reading

Another creative writing experiment!

Around or so a year ago I wrote a short story humbly entitled ‘Life’.  It was based on the germ of an idea which I expanded into an 800 word flash fiction piece for a writing contest.  I came across the story last week in my OneNote archives and found with time and distance I wasn’t happy with it after all.  (I’m not sure if that’s part of the process of perspective or if it’s a symptom of my inner critic.)  I still found myself drawn to the theme and so I wasn’t content to simply leave it in its newly recognized, inglorious form and wanted to resurrect it (pun intended).  However, rather than simply rewriting it, I decided to reincarnate it (yes, another pun) in a different form – a poem. . . . Continue Reading

by John Rea-Hedrick
Monday, November 10, 2008

I look each morning toward the sun
and find a new veil freshly hung.
In vain I seek to break to the bond
to see what truth lies just beyond . . . Continue Reading

by John Rea-Hedrick
Friday, November 07, 2008

Among the waking buds of Spring,
I watched a robin, silent, sing. . . . Continue Reading

by John Rea-Hedrick
Sunday, November 30, 2008

I say ’twas you, but you so say ’twas me;
And so begin again we our descent.
‘Tis plain the fault lies somewhere in between,
Yet neither ground is willing to relent. . . . Continue Reading

by John Rea-Hedrick
Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I set upon a journey – Truth to seek!
With brash and bold bravado I did go
Straight to the lair of learned Sage to speak
Of my intention: she to me bestow! . . . Continue Reading