Tag Archives: prose

Late Afternoon Post, April 11, 2017

The briers tear at my feet and I duck and turn my way through the young trees that grow here like tall grass.   They are almost woven together and at times I am completely off the ground, pulling and … Continue reading

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Mid-day Post, April 11, 2017

He smiled when he got out of his car and saw there in the weeds the old pipe jutting from the hillside and draining the little spring. The pipe rusted and bent, maybe even more than before, but this sight … Continue reading

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The Horses

We top the mountain going seventy miles an hour and look away into the new vista away west and see that the hills below and to the north are cleared pasture and horses how many horses –  fifty – dot the hillside so … Continue reading

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Evening Post, October 10, 2014

She told me to come on, that this might be the last warm night before winter.  The stars were out, she said.  I knew that, just by looking. You could see the Milky Way like a highway of diamonds splitting … Continue reading

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New Short Story

Just written by Joseph E. Bird.  It’s a great story and you get the whole thing in one piece.  Here’s the link:  http://labeak53.wordpress.com/2014/09/26/joseph-e-bird/

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Stealing Time, Stealing Beauty

The best days of summer were after school had started.  I knew this and no one else did.  While the other kids were wrapped up in football and band and decorating for the fall dances – all those things that … Continue reading

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New Novel

(My new novel – this one is number three – was born last night.  Here is the first stab at the opening paragraphs.  Working title: Because It Is Beautiful.)   She was forty-two when her husband died. Both of her … Continue reading

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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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