Gary McPherson

“He puts his hands up against the wall above his head like he’s gonna be frisked by the police. He appears to be lookin’ down at his sticks and berries and I’m thinkin’ that fella is gonna wet himself. Nothin’ is happenin’ and I’m beginin’ to wonder if he has a medical problem. All of a sudden, he starts singin’. Except, he ain’t singin’ words, or hummin a tune. He’s just sort of starts singing a tune like cowboys do in movies when they are alone on the prairie. Next thing I know, I hear his water works start up. Now at this point I think it must be his way with dealin’ of relievin’ himself at the urinal, except this fella keeps singin’ while lookin’ down at himself.”
― Gary McPherson, Country Boy

“Have I really aged this much in fifty-eight years?”
His thick locks that had once been jet black were
now mostly gray. Deep wrinkles had formed between
his dark brown eyes from hours of thinking. Although
weighing two hundred and ten pounds was not huge for
a man six feet tall, he recalled a time when he was
twenty pounds lighter. He sighed and finished his
morning routine. It seemed so meaningless. What could
he do with his day? Still, he had to hide his personal
pain for the sake of Harold and Barbara. He may not be
much of a psychiatrist, but he could still be a supportive
friend. Joshua headed to the kitchen to make coffee.”
― Gary McPherson, Joshua and the Shadow of Death

“John’s laugh made Harold’s blood run cold. “Yes, you do. You saw him cowering on the floor in fear. You wanted him dead. Inside that big chest of yours beats the heart of a murderer. In fact, you’re going to kill again.”
― Gary McPherson, Harold and the Angel of Death

“Now, I lived that city life for a lot of years. It’s hard livin’ on account of people focusin’ more on workin’ themselves to death than enjoyin’ the privilege of breathin’. I moved into the concrete jungle on account of there bein’ money to be made. Unfortunately, a lot of money has to be spent for the privilege of livin’ the city life. After all, somebody must pay for them skyscrapers, asphalt, and concrete.”
― Gary McPherson, Humor Deeper Than A Holler

“He puts his hands up against the wall above his head like he’s gonna be frisked by the police. He appears to be lookin’ down at his sticks and berries and I’m thinkin’ that fella is gonna wet himself. Nothin’ is happenin’ and I’m beginin’ to wonder if he has a medical problem. All of a sudden, he starts singin’. Except, he ain’t singin’ words, or hummin a tune. He’s just sort of starts singing a tune like cowboys do in movies when they are alone on the prairie. Next thing I know, I hear his water works start up. Now at this point I think it must be his way with dealin’ of relievin’ himself at the urinal, except this fella keeps singin’ while lookin’ down at himself.”
― Gary McPherson, Country Boy