John Korkie

Joined November 2021

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Bio

Born in the coal region of Pennsylvania where I spent my early years questioning everything.

I've navigated my way through so many of life's terms that my head still spins.

Today, I just give with all I've got. Whether I have it or not.

Stories (11/0)

Reset Your Password
Writers are a pretty weird bunch. We all know that pulling words from your head doesn't come easily through the all the scrambled codes, but they are there, right where you never left them.
By John Korkie2 months ago in Confessions
The Tacks Of Ti'Tan
The Tacks Of Ti'tan Sixty years ago, a young John Korkie, and his friend, Jon Strunk, made a bond, a promise, with just a single goal-
By John Korkie8 months ago in Poets
Memorial Day's Dream
Memorial Day's Dream Faded memories, Marching Bands, children waving, little flags in hand, downtown anywhere, standing proud
By John Korkie10 months ago in Poets
Work
When "The Beatles" Wore Their Whites A lot of my friends, both male and female, worked at the Pennhurst State Hospital back in the late 60s and through the 70s.
By John Korkie11 months ago in Humans
That Nothing I Do
That Nothing I Do Every morning, it’s all the same, sunshine, snow days, wind or rain. Linda leaves for work, little dog shows up,
By John Korkieabout a year ago in Poets
The Entertainment Center
That Someday Is Now My son and his family went from a 65" to an 82" in their family room, my first thought was that it really didn't look that much bigger until I walked into another room where the 65" now hung and it seemed "tiny."
By John Korkieabout a year ago in Humans
One Last Chance
My father called me a “foreigner” for being my brother’s friend. That made me unwelcome in my father’s eyes because my brother was gay. Dad kicked Andy out of the house in 1968 when he was 18. He went to live with another family, finished high school and, while trying to please his parents, he married and had two children.
By John Korkieabout a year ago in Psyche
Edna
Meeting Edna in October of 2015 was little more than a one-sided exchange. I knocked on her door at approximately 2:20 PM one Wednesday afternoon to deliver the weekly medicine packet that the pharmacist had just finished preparing. I was warned ahead of time that she could be "difficult."
By John Korkieabout a year ago in Humans
A Laborer's Tools
A Laborer’s Tools Sledgehammers, mauls, planks and pipes, memories of my father still get me up at night Come-alongs, chains, and wrecking bars-
By John Korkieabout a year ago in Poets
Walking Through My Future
Walking Thru My Future The doors slide open at the old folks home as I raise my mask to cover my nose- I'm inside, now, and out of the rain,
By John Korkieabout a year ago in Poets
Following Program In Living Color
So I'm at Wal-Mart at 2:30 this morning, come home with about $90 in stuff, bananas, low fat, low sodium turkey, cheese, bread without grain or seeds, toilet paper, paper towels and germ free handi-wipes in quantities unmatched by normal human beings.
By John Korkieabout a year ago in Families

John Korkie

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Reset Your Password

The Tacks Of Ti'Tan

Memorial Day's Dream

Work

That Nothing I Do

The Entertainment Center

One Last Chance

Edna

A Laborer's Tools

Walking Through My Future

Following Program In Living Color

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