Tag Archives: Thurber

Just Another Book Porn Wednesday

” Books are a uniquely portable magic” – Stephen King If you’re reading this because you’re hoping for smut, you’re out of luck. Book porn is about beautiful bindings, not bodacious boobies. Bindings! Original dust jackets! Gilt-edged pages! Art work! … Continue reading

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“Survivor”: a Poetic Blog

Women aren’t from Venus, and men aren’t from Mars. Unless of course the woman in question really is from the planet Venus, and the chap is from Mars. In which case, that’s got the potential for one hell of a … Continue reading

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Tentacles Spotted in the Midwest!

More November fiction for you – an excerpt from my current work-in-progress A Yorkshireman in Ohio A man sat on a quiet bench in the small, fashionable suburb of Shaker’s Depths, a few miles outside the state capital. A long, … Continue reading

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Art & Trees & Autumn Light

“But not a cell in all the tree knew aught  save that it thrilled with life, Nor cared because the hammock fell In the dust with Milton’s Poems.” – Many Soldiers, “Spoon River Anthology,” Edgar Lee Masters Warnings for: artiness; … Continue reading

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“Peace like a River”

“Faith is not for dealing with God’s grandeur – the sunset, the candle flame, the child’s face … Faith is rather for the hours of God’s absence, when we are most alone, betrayed, in pain, afraid.”- Thomas Lynch, “Booking Passage: … Continue reading

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