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Morning Poem, November 21, 2017

  Outside my door the frost clings to limb and leaf To the grass and fenceposts In the morning sunlight all is shining white Only birds move, and they reverently In the frame of this perfect picture Their flight is … Continue reading

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Writing Overtime

Here is an interview discussing the writing of Overtime: A Basketball Parable.  You can get the book for free on Amazon.com until Monday by clicking here.   How did Overtime come to be written? I really did not have it … Continue reading

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Book Giveaway

    Amazon is letting my last novel go for free from now until Monday.  You ought to click here and download the thing for free.  It’s a story about a high-school basketball coach, but it isn’t really a sports story.  This … Continue reading

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    In the morning rain the cyclist glides across the river bridge Dressed for the cold, lights blinking front and back. The moist air fills his lungs as he pushes, Hoping the traffic is light on this grey day … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, October 28, 2017

    The river of life flows over the bed of our character In time, the rough places may be made smooth Aqua petrum vincit:  Water defeats rocks. . But what does time’s victory leave behind? Only a smooth, grey … Continue reading

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Mid-day Post, October 23, 2017

            That night as he pondered his decision sleep would not come. He knew that there would be repercussions either way.  If she said no, word of that would get out.  Not that she would … Continue reading

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Eventide

  The tide pours into the flat, grassy sound like the whispering of angels. In the distance white birds drift and circle and drop into the tall grass, disappearing. The sky is quiet, too. The loud sun has fallen below … Continue reading

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morning poem, Oct. 19, 2017

  The rocking chair sits in the bright morning sun Its bare wood bleached by relentless summers It does not resist Even its stationary pose is restful In the sea breeze it totters slightly As if in memory of one … Continue reading

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Afternoon Post, Oct. 18, 2017

  In late afternoon, the declining sun shines across the water like a skater over ice.  The white foam on the breakers is incandescent and electric, brighter than all else around, catching the radiance at just the right angle.   The … Continue reading

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night post, oct. 17, 2017

  Just out our door the wind blows off the sea and the breakers crash, one after another, sounding like jets leaving the ground.  It is dark now and the birds that navigate this symphony of air and water have … Continue reading

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