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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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Country Song

I walked down main street yesterday All the stores are gone away Boarded windows, bolted doors It isn’t what it was before ‘Cause once upon a time this place Was filled with God’s amazing grace . . People used to … Continue reading

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Country Song

I walked down main street yesterday All the stores are gone away Boarded windows, bolted doors It isn’t what it was before ‘Cause once upon a time this place Was filled with God’s amazing grace . . People used to … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, May 8, 2019

Now in early evening The killdeer fly close to the ground Just above the grass As if skimming across a lake or river Are they held low by the weight of the coming darkness Some grey gravity of death . … Continue reading

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Evening Poem, January 9, 2019

I saw a redbird in a bush this January day The bush was bare branches, brittle twigs Grey as the winter sky And the bright bird perched within, alone Like a beating heart Like the fire of life in some … Continue reading

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The First Day of Winter

On the first day of winter he awoke and stood at his window and looked out on his fields wet with rain.  It had taken him longer this year to clean the banks and hillsides.  He no longer went at … Continue reading

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Inside the Cavern

As they neared the top of the hill they came out from under the forest and stood before a great rock face that arched back into the hillside like the end of some huge stadium.  Rachel stood now in the … Continue reading

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(And now for) The Rest Of The Story

My last few posts have been segments from my novel in (very slow) progress.  If you’ve read these late posts, you may want to get a taste of what came before to familiarize yourself with the story and the characters.  … Continue reading

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Facing David Dunnigan

Rachel stood by the tall windows and looked out onto the river in the late twilight.  On this winter evening the river would remain grey as the sky until nightfall when it would shine black as the wet pelt of … Continue reading

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