Montana Calling

Back in Texas, and unpacking from a recent trip to the Smoky Mountains, my ringing phone flashed “Montana Calling” across the screen. My longtime friend, Jethro, is the only person I know currently living in Montana. Talking with him is always entertaining.

I answered my phone joyfully,

“What’s goin’ on cowboy?”

Jethro, in a sad tone,

“Hey Miss Ann, not much going on here, I just had to call and tell you something”

Me, sincerely concerned,

“What’s wrong?”

Jethro, dejectedly,

“You hurt my feelings.”

Me, truly alarmed,

“One of the last things in this world I would want to do is hurt your feelings Jethro, what on earth have I done?”

Jethro, a little more energy in his voice, “You went traipsing around the countryside again and didn’t come see me…again.”

Me, astonished,

“Have you moved recently?”

Jethro, sadly,

“Nope, I’m still right here in Montana, waitin’ for you to come see me.”

Me, chidingly,

“well Jethro, I realize you aren’t the-brightest-bulb-on-the-Christmas-tree, but I know that even you are aware Montana is a long way from the Smoky Mountains.”

Jethro, growing more heated as he spoke,

“Miss Ann, I am not only the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, I am the damn star-on-top-of-the-tree and that’s how I know there are planes that fly from Texas to Montana. You could have flown here, stayed with me and galavanted around these mountains and streams. We have trees here too Miss Ann and waterfalls. We have lots of things in Montana that you could have taken pictures of!”

Me, laughing in spite of myself,

“I’m not sure about that whole star-on-top-of-the-Christmas-tree thing you are proclaiming, but if you wanted to see me so badly those planes you are talking about fly to Texas the same way they fly to Montana.”

Jethro, seriously,

“And you know I ain’t gonna get on an airplane! And I cain’t take time off work to drive to Texas and back, so you are gonna have to come here.”

Me, contemplating,

“Maybe I’ll accept your invitation and visit in the Spring. Just make sure your latest-flavor-of the month knows I’ll be camping on your doorstep.”

Jethro, laughing,

“I done told this one all about you Miss Ann, and you’re gonna like her. She’s more than the flavor-or-the-month, she’s lasted the whole year and I’m hopin’ she’ll stick around for next year too.”

Me, surprised,

“WOW, that’s an accomplishment for you, I am happy to hear it. What exactly did you tell her about me?”

Jethro, whimsical,

“I told her about your poetry, how much you like to dance, that you are a workaholic and that for me you’re the one that got away but we have remained good friends.”

Me, incredulous,

“Don’t you have to catch something before it gets away?!”

Jethro, sincerely,

“That’s just a technicality, I caught you in my mind. I can hardly wait for the Spring to get here! Let me know when you are comin’.”

Me, smiling,

“Okay, but be warned, one of the reasons I haven’t traveled out west yet is because it may be difficult for me to leave once the scenery gets a hold of me.”

Jethro, happily,

“Don’t worry Miss Ann, you’re always welcome with me.”

Me, chuckling,

“Later cowboy.”

Jethro, chuckling too,

“Later Miss Ann”

As I hung up the phone visions of Montana’s majestic mountains flashed through my mind. Springtime may not get here fast enough.

E.A. Fussell


Watching Backwards Into The Future

The past went that way…

When a new situation in business

Or a new personal relationship

Faces us

On the heels of disappointing ones

We often look into

The rear view mirror of our mind

To glimpse our most recent past

Trying to see where we went wrong

Trying to avoid making

The same mistakes over again

We watch backwards into the future

Creating a distorted vision

Of what might be

Creating unnecessary speed bumps

On the road to success

Note to self:

Keep your eyes forward

Keep your mind open

Keep your passport updated

Keep your heart free

E.A. Fussell


“It’s okay to be different”

We all are in some way

When I was very young

I tried to conform

But when I became a teenager

I took a different path

And each decade

Since the

My thought path grows

And the distance between

Conforming and being different




Running From Ghosts

I begin to believe

In love again


Like jagged shards

Of broken glass

Your memory

Cuts through my mind

We were young

So in love

At one time

Unbridled passion


Drawn together

Your voice

Your eyes

Your touch


We had such big plans

We knew what we wanted

And we went after it

But we didn’t realize the cost

When we had very little

We still had each other

When we had everything

We lost ourselves

We lost each other

We lost everything

Hearts shattered

So badly broken


When someone whispers

Passionately in my ear

Of how much they love me

And want to take care of me

All I can hear

Are distant screams

Of what it sounds like

When passionate whispers

Turn to hateful insults

And the sweet soul

Standing in front of me

Professing to love me

Wanting to share life with me

Cannot understand


One moment

I am embracing them

As tightly as I can

And the next

I am running away

As fast as I can

They cannot hear

The ghosts from my past

Haunting me



Maybe I’ve never

Really been in love

I wonder

If we were really in love

How could we

Have hurt each other

So much

E.A. Fussell


No Sugar Required

One of my friends

Is always looking for

An old Sugar Daddy

Someone to

Pay her bills

Buy her gifts

Treat her special

But all she ends up with

Are young Splenda Daddy’s

Ones that can barely

Take care of themselves

I’ll admit

I’ve thought about

What it might be like

To have someone

To take care of me

But then I realized

I already do

He’s the Author of Creation

I’m the daughter of a King

Whatever I ask for

If I believe

I receive…..

No sugar required

E.A. Fussell


Matthew 7:7-8 KJV