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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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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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The Streets of Baltimore

Posted on December 6, 2018by labeak52 One of the charms of country music is its economy of expression.  A great country song expresses complex emotions in simple words and accessible metaphors: “Your love is colder than a foggy river, rollin’ over a heart … 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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After the Storm

Readers;  If you are a regular reader of this blog, you know that I have been working for quite some time on a novel that features a woman by the name of Rachel Thompson as the main character.  Rachel is … Continue reading

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In The Eifel Uplands

She wakened and looked at the clock on the hotel night stand. Ten a.m. Three in the morning her time, yet she felt rested. Had she overslept? Were the others already on their way? She saw the blinking light on … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, Nov. 16, 2018

I watch the wind drive the smoke west from my neighbor’s chimney Like tongues of fire And listen to Marvin Gaye sing about getting it on While I fry my eggs My yard is covered in the leaves of the … Continue reading

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