Michael Xavier Boggins

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Police Encounter

By |2024-06-11T01:11:54+00:00September 15th, 2018|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Relationships|

I had recently given up work in the construction field to pursue an engineering degree.  My parents wanted me to go to school and put me up to get me started.  I drove a Datsun pickup that apart from body ran well and was reliable.  Datsun became Nissan and in the ensuing years they, like all [...]

We Need Another Sample

By |2018-08-31T01:23:41+00:00August 31st, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

We Need a Another Sample A good friend of mine relayed this story, and though the theme is adult in nature, I attempt to write it in a way that encourages broad acceptance. As do many men, my friend, let’s name him William, elected, with wife’s blessing, to have a vasectomy.  This decision was arrived upon [...]

The Drawing

By |2018-08-06T00:43:23+00:00August 6th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

As has been said for as long as my memory reaches, the names have been changed to protect the innocent, and perhaps the guilty as well. I was a coop engineer working for a large manufacturing concern.  It was my first rotation and was summer.  I lived some forty-five minutes from the plant, a pleasant drive [...]

Unlikely Companions

By |2018-07-19T00:52:13+00:00June 8th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

My friend relayed these events many years ago, and though I’ve not remembered every detail as on the day first told, excusing a liberty or two, I believe I’ve captured the gist of it.  What transpired is largely true. A small country store stood on a road that saw fair traffic during daylight hours, but did [...]

Lightning Boy

By |2018-05-21T00:04:18+00:00May 21st, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

I met Cassius on an April night, he was walking roadside. All know Mississippi can present oppressive summer weather, but April was normally a gentler, more indifferent time on the calendar.  This April was different; its sun shared more in common with July’s than mid-spring.  The temperature on my dash read ninety-five and the sun had [...]

A Likely Coincedence

By |2018-04-27T01:31:59+00:00April 26th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

His wife’s choice to give high school’s flame another chance was a shocking announcement, leaving him alive but lifeless.  Post-divorce he tried, not once, but several times to find a woman who would accompany him.  With each attempt all started well and then dwindled and ended painfully.  “Bless your heart,” the women would say, “you’re so [...]

Balloon Ride

By |2024-06-11T01:14:25+00:00April 9th, 2018|Categories: Blog, Contemplative, Creative, Relationships|

My daring wife sold me on the idea, an autumn adventure as viewed from a gondola suspended by hot air balloon.  A chance to view our property, and those properties surrounding ours from the best possible vantage point imaginable, and after the flight, a gourmet dinner by campfire.  It will be a day we won’t forget [...]

Golf Bet

By |2018-03-15T00:56:55+00:00March 15th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

Tonight we are going on an adventure that initially you may regard as foolish.  None the less I will press forward.  We arrive at an incredible resort; everything is blue ribbon from the moment our Lexus pulls into the courtyard.  No need to lift a bag as they’ve already been placed in our suite.  The staff [...]

Pacific Show

By |2018-03-05T00:36:56+00:00March 5th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

Tonight we sit atop a cliff overlooking the grand old Pacific. She’s a noble body of water and her name has ocean beside it. Neither lake nor pond is permitted that title. Dark green grass grows thick and lush to the edge and our old-school comfortable lawn chairs settle easily into the soft blades. It is [...]

Two Wheeled Romp

By |2018-02-22T02:44:13+00:00February 22nd, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|

I've often wanted to take seat on a motor cycle, its handle bars facing a long winding black ribbon of freshly paved road.  The machine would be perfectly tuned and start with no effort.  A deep growl would resound as I revved the throttle, as if an animal long caged was about to be loosed.  In [...]

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