A Spring poem

Feathered Spring Scattered pieces of time fall around me Like feathers molting off a duck. Will others grow and replace the decaying time? What have they seen in flight or fantasy? A world splashed and preened within. They attach and are reborn. Time measured in a corpus of warmth Around the beating heart within. Some collected by another flying thing And formed back into a nest for birth. Heat makes the timbre of their play. As perched high...

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The group of eight

Conversations. A table set with expectation Welcomes sitters in the afternoon. To eat perhaps or maybe more, To stir words around a special space. General talk at first About food or how did you make the sauce. Of freedom being outside on the porch. Dishes disappear with space made by concentrated elbows To move about now liberated from silver and napkins. Words begin as comments flow Around the space. One leads, others follow. Some with...

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The process of writing and acquiring agents.

What do writers do when they receive a response from an agent that reads: Many thanks for giving me the opportunity to read a sample of your work.  I enjoyed reading what you sent, but I am afraid that after much consideration I am going to have to pass on it. The agent gives no reason, no feedback, no opinion. The writer takes these comments in stride and forges on with their work. If you as a writer have a thin skin or don’t like...

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Book club guest in Decatur for book “Claddagh Pool.”

I recently attended a book club group in Decatur, as a guest, and discussed the book “Claddagh Pool.” The topic of shape-shifting and mysticism was discussed by a number of members. They really liked the crows and their appearance throughout the story. Also the idea of being able to shift from one level of being into another. Before I completed “Claddagh Pool,” I decided to add this whole dimension to the story and the...

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