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Echoes on the Wind
On a moonlit night, she sits by the pond,waiting for her lover, forever gone.Echoes of his cries carried on the wind,her heart breaks and her arms yearn for himto hold her, yet once again. On a moonless night, he sat by the pond,waiting for his lover to come along.His final cry for her was carried […]
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Adventures of Poom
Poom is a 16 year old black cat and he is “mentally challenged” due to a parasite that was in his brain. He’s a fun cat and has lots of interesting things happen to him. We’ll be following his journey through life through a series of short stories. This is just a brief introduction to […]
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A Flutter of Wings
The wind, it carries a sound ~a flutter of wings. A sound, fleeting, almost missed ~graceful flutter of wings. We pause, it touches our ear ~rhythm of fluttering wings. Butterflies, messengers sent ~memories on fluttering wings. Reminders of someone we miss ~fading flutter of wings. They rise and float to the heavens ~angels on fluttering […]
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Has it Been a Year Already?
It seems like only yesterday. It seems like eons. I can still hear your voice, “Hello Punkin!”. It’s an echo in my mind. I can’t see your smile. But I remember your hugs. I can almost feel you here. I still reach for the phone to call and say hello. Then, I pull back as […]
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John Hale, Witch Trials and What it Means Today
I was reading an article about John Hale and his part in the Salem Witch trials in 1692. Those were dark days in which political and personal squabbles could lead to accusations of witchcraft. In some cases, desire for material gain was the cause.
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Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day is coming and I have mixed emotions. I’m happy because my kids will do their thing and that’s always great. However, it’s a bittersweet day as I lost my Mom unexpectedly last September.
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New Site!
Welcome my author blog! Yes, I already have LiterarySocial for authors/agents/readers/illustrators and publishers to connect. This is a more personal blog as most authors have and it was time for one. I’ve not written much since I lost my Mom last September, but the writing bug has never left. It’s just been a bit dormant. […]