An easy-to-use guide to what I’ve published on Medium

A magnifying glass focusing on a page in the dictionary
Like most writers, I use words when I write. (Original image by author © 2016)

Hello, and welcome to my Medium page!

Below you will find an easy-to-follow guide to everything I’ve published here since joining in November 2020. The most recent stories in each category will be at the top.

You’ll notice some stories will appear in multiple categories — politics and humor, for example — while others only appear in…

Red-hot Redbirds look strong as regular season winds down

A view from the outside of Busch Stadium in St. Louis, Missouri
If the Cardinals win the Wild Card game against either the Dodgers or Giants, there will be at least one postseason game at Busch Stadium in St. Louis. (Original photo by author, © 2013)

Even though I readily admit giving up on the St. Louis Cardinals too soon this year, I am not surprised by their late season surge. From the beginning of the 2021 season, they had all the ingredients for an exceptional season. …

As Redbirds falter, an L.A.-Chisox Fall Classic sounds good

Baseball card of Albert Pujols as a St. Louis Cardinal
Albert Pujols, as depicted in a 2007 Topps baseball card. (Image courtesy of

Baseball. I’ve loved the game since I was a small child.

The crack of the bat sending a double down the line. The pop of a fastball blazing into the catcher’s mitt on strikeout. A speed demon getting the jump on a pitcher and stealing second with ease. A throw…

The next thing I knew, this poem was forming in my mind

Moss-laden trees line a trail in nature (Original photo © 2015)

To love nature
is to love your family
your circle of friends
humans living
humans deceased
humans as yet unborn
and the patient trees
the friendly grass
the flowers in their bright adornments
the birds and bees and all wild creatures
we rarely if ever touch or see
the soil…

POM prompt leads poet to write song as he somehow hears Neil Young’s voice sing mellow lyrics before they even reach the paper

Sometimes the beauty of nature carries us away into a kind of blissful and balanced harmonious trance. (Photo by Dan Becker on Unsplash)

A few weeks ago, I had a chance to spend the entire day in nature. First the beach, then the forest. What a day! But like all things in this time-bound existence of ours, it slipped away even as I lived it. That’s OK; that’s the way of the world…

The world inside the human heart exists in unity with all that is

Photo by Alex He on Unsplash

It’s a good day for living
and a good day to give thanks for being alive,
because sunlight’s bright beams
can’t be contained in scrapbooks
or even 186,000 flash drives,
and the daytime light we witness
surrounds and infuses,
illuminates and diffuses,
passing through and by us
like one long chorus of angelic harmonies
and a miraculous universal energetic constant

Now was then, then was now, and now is still what it is

Photo by Luke Besley on Unsplash

Thinking about the past
as if it could be new again,
or maybe a real-time reminder
to live out mindful tomorrows
spent in wiser ways . . .

If I could go forward
and bring it all back
for multiple do-overs
until I got it right . . .


Conversations in dreams can offer gentle clues to the mystery

Photo by Davide Cantelli on Unsplash

I dreamt I saw you in the afterlife.

You were surprised to see me
in what you had known as heaven
before I arrived.

“Darren!” you exclaimed. “How’d you get in here?”

“The same way you did,”
I answered. “The Way.
And the Truth. And the Life.”

On Earth you…

He had a sense of humor and looked a lot like he did in the ’68 Comeback Special — and he was having a real good time

Elvis Presley, somewhere and sometime in the past. (Uncredited, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons)

Since I gave away the punchline in the headline, I’ll start with a storyline that will give readers the back story.

I’m the youngest of five children. My oldest sister was already 16 when I was born in the mid-1960s. She loved Elvis when she was a teen and I…

Time flies, even when it feels like it’s coming in for a landing

Photo by Krisztina Papp on Unsplash

See how short life is.

Walk through a graveyard
and calculate lifespans.

Dates on tombstones say it all
more clearly than word problems
in the simplest sixth-grade math classes.

Remember how, as children,
we used to imagine that special days
would take forever to arrive?

Birthdays reduced to frantic anticipation

Darren Richardson

Headline writer & copy editor for 15-plus years in newspapers (1990–2006) ; digital professional since 2008. Twitter:

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