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Are You Haunted (part twelve)
Are You Haunted (part twelve) “Think about it, Dennis,” he urged. “Guy has nothing to lose, does he? He’s the only one who knows what goes on out here. Suppose it’s storming, and he’d just as soon stay home? He gets paid anyway. He knows the […]
Story: Be a Helper (part four)
Be A Helper (part four) All these matters of a household, and the people in it, made difficulties for Bede. He had stuck to not having a servant, in the years following his mother’s death. It was his resolve that commanding a person stole one’s joy and […]
Are You Haunted (part eleven)
Are You Haunted (part eleven) He saw the tree he’d been watching for…the trunk looked dead, but a living branch clawed the sky, dripping pink flowers. Just here was the way up. He could see sunrays cut the missing mortar of the chimney bricks. “What are […]
Sail past (poem)
Sail past What if you got the job? Would it have a disastrous effect on your twenty-four hours, eight required, sixteen (alleged) free But commuting, licking boots by “taking work home”… Sleep Your allotment dwindles You don’t know how old you have to be before your past presents as a […]
Story: Be a Helper (part three)
Be A Helper (part three) Whimbrel tumbled from the roof of the shed he’d been turfing, a progress Bede did not want yet to observe at close quarters. Finch and Bunting glided from a high gable window, by the craft of their garments (cardigans otherwise, and double-ruffled […]
Are You Haunted (part ten)
Are You Haunted (part ten) They had buried their secrets in the mill. Carted away in the aftermath had been nearly all the proofs, and little might be rooted up today, but the house…he believed they still did things there. Mr. Guy’s friend, who wore the […]
The Blurbs
The Blurbs A flight from personal tragedy brings Trey Michaelson to Wetheringdale Farm, with its eccentric collection of healers and seekers. Here she meets journalist Royce Beardsley, a Wethering descendent, who keeps a two-hundred-year-old secret. An afternoon on the bridle path leads to a sealed well-head, and a grim discovery. […]
Are You Haunted (part nine)
Are You Haunted (part nine) At a grandmotherly pace Powell drove, thinking about Lloyd Guy’s grapevine. The Big Chief would know already what they were up to. But maybe… Isobel cocked her head at his glance aside. Tovey said: “Eyes on the road, Kenzie. Trust me.” […]
with sleep (poem)
with sleep Beginning her life, her adulthood slogging to a deficit uncaught up with She would doze through obligation, be forced awake at the job she worked at And her nights where she did not sit plotting her film career of statement art, of strong femme-centric views Aridly, no she did […]
Are You Haunted (part eight)
Are You Haunted (part eight) They ate hamburgers, hash browns, tomato soup, the Crown grown redolent of coffee and hot grease. It was eleven, five after; a lunch whistle had blown, and seven or eight customers had filed in. Isobel asked Tovey, “How much did she […]