Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock

Joined June 2021

156 stories

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Retired Ordained Elder in The United Methodist Church having served for a total of 30 years in Missouri, South Dakota & Kansas.

Born in Watertown, SD on 9/26/1959. Married to Sandra Jellison-Knock on 1/24/1986. One son, Keenan, deceased.

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reflections on paul
to paraphrase, reflect: love is forbearing gracious wishing the best for others with neither envy nor complaint pleased with what is just
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Poets
Fairy Tales. Top Story - November 2024.
“The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.” At least it was supposed to. That’s what they promised, the prophecy guaranteed. It didn’t, of course, though they kept claiming it truly happened at his command.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Fiction
Funerary Commendations
Hold onto your forks For that little slice of pie Waits you in the sky.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Poets
Which Door?
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It would have been helpful had they told me which one. Thirteen separate doors. Indications of at least seventeen directions one might proceed beyond them: up, down, to the left, right, diagonally, forward, backward, etc.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Horror
Eclipsed
Entering into the Closeted space of your Life & love I find myself Penumbrally Shadowed hopelessly in Endless eclipse.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Eclipsing
Eclipsing into evanescence Clips ending in less than varec, Lips exhausted, with odor fec’l, Ipse dixit memet ec-li Pseudo,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Slipping into Umbra
Blinded by a hidden light Deafened by a deluge of thought How can one without substance Find themselves eclipsed? And yet I slip
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Whispering Woods
From the pressed pulp of a thousand different forests, the trees whispered to him. He was fascinated, though he did not understand.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Fiction
Gut Instinct. Content Warning.
I was torn, I didn’t want him, either. He’d been a thorn in my side his entire life. I should have simply left him there,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Evanescience. Top Story - March 2024.
(For Heather Hubler's "Unscramble" Challenge which you may read about here: unscramble-challenge.) *a* . The vane of my vanity
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Attention Span
Senryu for you Fifteen seconds all that’s due Comment & you’re through.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Daffodils Dark Dripping Dank. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
She stands there silent, not fifty meters from my post, dark daffodils dripping dank in her hands. . Staring blank.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets