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Category Archives: fiction
Morning Poem, February 11, 2015
Last night I dreamed Of a house in town Where once an old friend lived. It had fallen to me To buy the place and save the world from sin. I hadn’t the money Had not the means … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, creative writing, desire, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, gardening, longing, photography, poetry
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Book Review: Thirteen Moons, by Charles Frazier
I read lots of books. I’d read more of them if time allowed and I anticipate such a happy circumstance soon, as the date of my retirement approaches. I read a good bit of non-fiction. In the past few … Continue reading
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Tagged appalachian, beauty, book review, c. s. lewis, Charles Frazier, creative writing, fiction, gardening, novel, photography, poetic, poetry, Reading books, Thirteen Moons, writing
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Truth and Fiction
Joe Bird, my good friend and fellow founder of The Shelton College Quarterly, has commented on this quote I sent him the other day: Truth may be stranger than fiction, but fiction is truer. Joe says that … Continue reading
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Tagged creative writing, fiction, jane austen, joe bird, self deception, truth, writing
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Evening Post,September 9, 2014
No poem this evening, sorry to say. I’ve spent the evening patching places between the chapters in my soon to be released novel Overtime: A Basketball Parable. The book is kind of a mix between “Field of Dreams” (but, basketball … Continue reading
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Tagged back to the future, creative process, creative writing, field of dreams, novel, novel in progress, the great divorce, witers, writing
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The Mooneys
The first people who lived on this hill were the Mooneys. Long gone now, they were ancient, even when I was just a boy. Jessie and Martha sat fat in metal chairs all day long. Like two mounds of mashed … Continue reading
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Tagged fiction, prose, short prose, short short story, short story, story
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