Personal Stories

By: Kokopelli Warrior Nov 2024  As of now, I’ve been participating in A Gathering of Men (AGOM) for over 5 years. I believe I found the group in Sept 2018 and went through formal initiation August 2019.  I found AGOM quite by accident, or perhaps it’s more accurate to call it “serendipity”.  Going back to…

And where is a safe place where men share openly from their hearts without being judged, or advised, or fixed? And where is an honorable place where men listen with understanding to hear a man’s story, affirming him for his trust and honesty? Show me the whereabouts of such a place and I will be…

You know you want to ... but can you?You say you will ... but you don’tor you try and try ... then walk awayand tell yourself tomorrow – tomorrow’s the day  But your clock is moving backwardOn its own tomorrow doesn’t comeand those scenes mulling in you on a slow boil– their voices pleading –…

Dad where have you gone?Did you leap quicksilver into the last runof legendary kings – those eighty-pound June Hogs –that bashed themselves against the wallsof the Grand Coulee Dam?Or are you too smart for the trap of extinctionstill holding in the shadows of that damin the back of my mind – thinkingbut not showing much?…

It was long ago but that silence comes back like a soft-whistled lullaby with clean air floating in after and I could just give myself over to dreams – and see things not just in the clouds but down along foggy roads and in shadows of half-silent streams trickling in the woods and across the…

Song of the Lover                         I He saved her from the sea and was almost drowned to bring her in risking all to spare her but there beside him on the shore she failed no matter how he tried to force from her the salt tide lingering He suffered her to fade her body laid…

Jacob and Joseph of Krakow A tale by Eugene Marckx In the night Jacob was startled awake by a dream voice. It called him to leave his dying wife and go west from the town of Krakow to the city of Prague. “Don’t leave me,” his wife whispered, and so he stayed by her side…

a tale by Eugene Marckx In those ancient times the Mountain king, the River king, and the Valley king considered themselves brothers in the lineage of the Moon-Goddess. So, at last when the Valley king died, his two brothers along their retinues came to express their grief with the people of the valley. For two…

By Eugene Marckx Dale lived alone with his mother, except on nights when the banker’s top hat was hanging on her bedroom door, or the senator’s homburg, or the general’s roughrider hat. Dale slept on a cot off the kitchen pantry, so she could be available when they came through. Most days he’d wander along…