Author Archives: Nick Arndt

(dedicated to Fritz, my German Shorthaired-Pointer) Clock sounds at six. It’s still dark, bitter cold. Early January in northern Indiana. Should I retreat to Dreamland? I break loose from my Chicago Cubs bedding, and put on warm running gear. He hears me creaking down the stairs. I am soon greeted by the fine wine ofContinue reading “WE ARE ONE by Nick Arndt”

Saturday morning, Midnight black crows high, soaring, Echoing battle. The sun is shining, Scarlet leaves, from oaks, falling, Binding battleground. Complete town flocking, Hourly-groomed ground shaking, Fitting the moment. Critics babbling, Reporters interviewing, Holding pens, notebooks. Runners propelling, Death-bitten faces drooping, Revealing hard work. Muscles contracting, Precious, salty sweat leaving, Focusing the mind. Racers move,Continue reading “SATURDAY MORNING by Nick Arndt”