I Wanted a Book
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I Wanted a Book

Poetry is for the quick moments. Even the epic pieces seem designed more for a quick read. But a good book is universal. Quiet, sultry summer days, leaning against a shade tree – or better, perched up the tree, with occasional twigs brushing your face as you turn the pages. Or a chill, foggy morning, … Continue reading

Solace
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Solace

I was reading this morning. I had started the book the other day, just the preview, bought it, and finally got around to reading, tucked into bed in the early morning dark, warm, listening to my companion breathing… It was a marvelous way to start my day. I don’t get this often, there is too … Continue reading

Stolen Moments
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Stolen Moments

I took some time to read, just a little. What have you been reading lately? My guilty pleasure read of the week was Dave Freer’s short story, Bolg, P.I. Away with the Fairies. Had me giggling during a lunch hour spent sitting in a classroom. I stole the hour to read instead of working on … Continue reading