CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

Civility

July 25, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

I came on foot to an intersection where a small street bled into a major road; a car idled in the crosswalk. The driver was trying to see around a slight curve to gauge the least dangerous time to make a left turn. He saw me and began to back … Read More

Mr. Diggum’s Diary

July 18, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

My friends returned from vacation to find that their cat, “Mr. Diggums,” had left a diary of his days. What follows is an excerpt. Day One: I knew it: mom and dad left, dragging bags. Gone! But I’ll get mine, and give them an extra ration of GRIEF when they … Read More

Give ‘Em What

July 11, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

“At this meeting,” my daughter began, and I interrupted: “I hate meetings.” “I know: be quiet. Anyway…” This conversation was with my eldest child, who impudently told me to be quiet. In the meeting she referenced, new employees on her new job were playing a “getting to know you” game. … Read More

Remembrances

June 27, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

On April 5th of this year, I responded to an innocuous post I saw on Facebook, the social networking site. I learned that my friend had died that very day. That news stopped my National Poetry Month tradition of posting a poem each day of April. On June 14th, I … Read More

The Dead Box

June 20, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

“I have to get you your inheritance,” my mother joked. “It’s in the dead box.” “Mom: I don’t want to talk about the dead box.” “You need to know what to do when I’m dead,” my mother grumbled. She handed me my inheritance: a Booker T. Washington commemorative half-dollar. Until … Read More