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Monday, June 7, 2021

ISABEL'S GHOST - Cont'd

Finally Phoebe told George Isabel had gone to her father’s house in Salt Lake City. George was livid. Alexander Darragh, Isabel’s father, was probably laughing up his sleeve. He’d never wanted his precious little princess to marry a dirt farmer. He thought on it while staring at the ceiling on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 6, 2021

ISABEL'S GHOST - Cont'd

CHAPTER 5 – TROUBLE IN PARADISE It was early summer in 1910 when Isabel declared she could no longer live under his mother’s roof. They’d had a terrible fight, whispering fiercely in the upstairs bedroom – the only place they had even the slightest bit of privacy under his mother’s roof. Only after... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 30, 2021

FOUND ANOTHER NOVEL - THIS ONE BASED ON A TRUE CRIME

922 HOLYOAKE ROAD PROLOGUE: This novel is based on a true crime as reported in the Edwardsville Intelligencer and other newspapers beginning in 1911. It began with the account of how George Yates walked the three-quarters of a mile – a bullet lodged in his forehead – to the police department and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 29, 2021

FLIRTATIONS IN THE TIME OF COVID

Bob was tired of the mask, wearing it any time he set a foot outside the apartment. He was tired of Janet, eternally busy, cooking, cleaning, rearranging, crocheting when she wasn't at her laptop, doing paid work. He flipped among the channels, looking for a decent program, sports, whatever. But all... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 28, 2021

I THOUGHT THE POET I thought the poet’s job was to bring attention to beauty to write of tender buds in a sheltered glen to praise the bringing of life to precious children I thought expressing joy and hope was the poet’s duty. In school they praised the masters of rhythm, imagery and line who... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 27, 2021

Found in a wrong file, written in 2013.

Tiger Heart All her life she’d been burning bright, her tiger heart caged by convention and expectation. And of course by the very laws of the land. Nan was brought up knowing a lady does thus and so. She never forgets her role, her place. A man and his wife are one; that one is he. He controls her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 26, 2021

SHORT STORY FROM THE FILE

CONVERSATION IN A WAITING ROOM LabCorp had been open half an hour when Jed Carpenter signed in, but there were already five others waiting to be called to the inner sanctum. There was one vacant chair, the one next to him. Jed, the grandson of slaves, was a seasoned veteran and slowed a bit by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 25, 2021

MOUNTAIN COUNTRY

IT SEEMS TO ME Proper mountain ranges have jetty points, trees aligned and endlessly arrayed, fringed receding vistas in purples and smoky blues, black rocky crags crowned eternally in snow. They stand in silhouette against peach-going-golden dawns, copper sunsets that fade to purple. First... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 24, 2021

FROM THE POET'S FILE

LIFE Funny, isn't it? Unhappy in love, we long for peace, Alone in peace, we pine for love. Love is a farce, we say, hoping to have something to laugh about soon. Resigned, we quit the games, build walls, find ways to drag ourselves through life's complicated maze. Then love drops from the skies to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 23, 2021

THOUGHT PIECE FROM 1985

DON'T MIND ME The internal garden of the mind is an Eden of infinite possibility, no less beautiful or terrible because it is mostly invisible to outsiders. It can either be stimulated or limited by the physical nature of the body or by rubbing up against the influences of other minds. Some manage... Sign in to see full entry.

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