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About me - Hank Stallings

I live and work in Nashville, TN. I have a wonderful home that I share with my partner Ron.

I've always enjoyed writing, I joined Helium to perhaps hone my skills. Was happy to see one of my articles was featured.

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: For children: 2 of 12

I love children, they are so "themselves". They don't pretend to be anyone else, well I know they pretend at some point of their development, but they are so honest. If they're sad, you know it. If they're mad, you know it. And my favorite of all, when they're happy, you know it! My niece, Taylor was going through a phase in...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Eulogy: Father's death and musical legacy: 9 of 50

My father knew his way around a piano, his first love was music. I remember as a child I would fall asleep as the soft notes of his songs drifted through my open window. Every day I hear his songs, they play again and again in my mind. My dad wasn't home much, always traveling with his band, recording or playing in the small...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bitter: 31 of 99

He lost it all Success Family His heart his mind It was so different not long ago he smiled then so much He lifts his bitter eyes thrusting his hand upward towards the passing strangers it's as if he isn't there "...spare a dollar?" he asks the faceless as he rattles his cup.
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Death of a pet: 22 of 57

My friend Cathy took me to get him. I wanted to be able to hold him on the way home. It was quite a distance from where I lived. I had a jittery stomach...I was so excited! We got to the kennel and the owner took me into the "nursery". And five little 6 week old Pomeranians danced around my feet. I knew I was going to get a ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Madness: 112 of 183

It was different yesterday Wasn't it? I mean, I wasn't like this.. I can see myself shattered pieces fly around I can't catch them all I can't put them back I snatch pieces of me out of the air press them against my chest it's a whirlwind of me it's me right?
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Solitude: 87 of 140

5 foot 2 inches back bent over the kitchen sink her boney elbow rests on the counter her chin rests on the heel of her hand She gazes through the smoke of her cigarette The barn is just in view, up the hill Where her husband used to milk the cows But that was long ago. Still in her pajamas, hair-net on her head "Did I buy eg...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood memories: 84 of 135

ERIC I felt important because Eric was my friend. It wasn't because he was popular, because none of us were...hell we were ten years old. It was because he was the most interesting ten year old I knew. Instead of being into toys and cartoons like all the rest of us, instead of playing fort or riding bikes...he loved music. "...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a friend: 122 of 185

Ray The scent of carnations, Dust motes dance in the sunlight, Stained glass windows show the busy street beyond. Remembering him. Remembering "us", our friendship. Shaken out of my memories, I hear the eulogy of a man I did not know. A man that, in fear of death, reached out to God. I mourn the sweet guy I knew Saddened tha...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger: 252 of 360

My mind, numb I cannot think past this I see you in my head saying those words You had to know this would change things She lies, yet you believe My truths rush to you and fall away at your heels. My eyes red my nostrils flare my breath heavy you deserve her
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: If I were young again: 26 of 31

Upon opening my eyes I am 16 again We walk together Hand in hand This time... I would kiss you And make you know just what you meant to me.