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monday's excerpt

By the time he got to town, the sky was a bright grey, the air charged with electricity. It caused God’s creatures to move with haste.

And off to the west, a stand of Quaking Aspen turned up their leaves, the white undersides surrendering to the promise of rain. But the rain played fickle and would commit only on the spur of the moment.

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thirstday's excerpt

He stood there a long time, leaning on the stall door, pondering the simple decisions, the ones that changed everything in a life and rippled outward, impacting everyone within range of the waves.

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thirstday's excerpt

And now she’s behind him, up against him, lying close. Warm.

And again the tears come. The beauty of finally being in the place of his dream feels overwhelming. Being here is surreal. So, the hand on his shoulder, the love he’d been missing.

monday's excerpt

And those months lasted forever, until she ran. Sans note. Sans explanation. And his attempts at survival led him to the barber where he fell into a painting of the sea, the cradle of water, dreams of the complete, nautical escape.

thirstday's excerpt

“When will you return to Boston?”

“Oh, before the snow.” She kicked at the earth a little. He let the silence ask the question. “Not real excited,” she replied. "But there’s a house there, a family.” She looked off and spoke in a near whisper, “Of sorts.”

He gripped her hand tighter. “It’ll be good.”

“Yeah.”

monday's excerpt

humorous that my best traveling days

were those that found me stationary

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i'm up to page 213, and already half-crazed.



(i'll let you guess which half.)





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Half Moons and Maiden Names trailer
(crickets & clunky music also by yours truly.)

Now on Amazon!

Half Moons and Maiden Names now appears on Amazon.

Over the next two weeks, additional features will become available... things like Look Inside, and connections to My Quirks and My Compass.

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thirstday's excerpt

And when the tail was pristine, the epitome of fineness, he spanked her left flank and came ‘round the side of her, and she half turned to watch him approach, her eyes sweet as a lover.

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it's more than mere coincidence
tonight's exquisite half moon

monday's excerpt

your name
is a curse
that becomes a song
when the right singer plays it

thirstday's excerpt

the fairest of lands
and sweetest of wines
fail to ensnare the consecrated
for their eye is on the next world

monday's excerpt

compassion
is the awesome force
of the gentle

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thirstday's excerpt

wondrous
the invitations
to play on another's stage

monday's excerpt

so much to be learned
traveling roads and chapters, passengers and compatriots
hunger and laughter appropriately bold
yet how subtly the insecurities unfold

thirstday's excerpt

there is a reason
man and beast speak in unique tongues
by design we must seek another path to understanding

monday's excerpt

blur the lines, people
the ones that divide you dimensionally
and rejoice in the new palette

thirstday's excerpt

what’s left to learn i cannot teach you
what’s been bandaged i can’t heal

monday's excerpt

It wasn’t often that she got to enjoy this chair, the rocker. But the ladies were out tonight.

She intentionally tried not to rock with the beat of the clock, but the pairing seemed to occur naturally, as if the chair needed to prove that it, too, was crafted for keeping time.

thirstday's excerpt

He slowly turned his new key in the lock. The deadbolt retracted from the wall with a satisfying click. He locked it again, just to feel the inner mechanisms, the alignment of key and lock pins. He did this several times, as if rehearsing, as if authenticating his identity over and over.

Things closed to me are opening today.

monday's excerpt

She walks in and pulls off Carter’s boots while he lies half asleep.

He's vaguely aware of the sound of pouring water. She discovers the letter near the basin and uses two hands to bring it to her face. It’s as if she can’t read. Instead, she studies the script, traces it like it’s intricate art.

thirstday's excerpt

Even from this distance, she was a vision. Body of sweet cream. Hair of chocolate, spilling everywhere, but deliciously. As he stepped closer, her dress and face became clearer.

She sang in English, but in a dialect he could not place.

“I long to sit and talk with you by the shore” sounded so rich and sweet and alluring. “I lawng to sit and tawk with you by the shoowa.”

monday's excerpt

the only path

to love or freedom or greatness

is the path taken

thirstday's excerpt

And he helped to bury her—this resting soul, a woman he never met. And he leaned on the shovel when the survivors came to thank him. He respected their sacred pain but selfishly hungered for their eyes on him, any eyes, any form of human connection.

monday's excerpt

He wondered if his words were too brazen, and considered starting the letter over, perhaps writing multiple versions and choosing the best.

In the end, he decided that it was this letter that spoke his heart. If she is offended, then it’s at me—not at some gentleman dressed up as me. He needed his passion to show. He needed her to feel the things that he would give her.

thirstday's excerpt

Then night again, nights lined up like train cars.
Silhouettes of silent strangers taking him in like
so much scenery, revealing nothing in return.

monday's excerpt

She felt Flo’s eyes judging her.

As in a dream, she walked tentatively, the love note all she had to hide her nakedness—its creases and folds, its revealing double-entendre, words that scarcely covered her.

thirstday's excerpt

And he was conscious of his breathing.

And he inhaled the air that Elizzie once expelled, the air of Plato, the air of Jesus.

monday's excerpt

we gain perspective in this world or we do not—our choice

not all will acquire a taste for the blue notes,

for the barbs of sweet irony

Milestone: off to the Editor

off she goes

Friday morning

to the Editor...

time for a breather of sorts!

thirstday's excerpt

you need not audition for a role of prominence

those positions are taken

and brute force will only tighten my knob and lockset

come and softly play your part and I will love you

monday's excerpt

When Danny opened his hand, he found the horse hair that Carter had braided and strung through the wooden flower born just this morn. Maggie. The mane reminded Danny that his horse walked in the spirit world, the flower that she would forever live.

thirstday's excerpt

He wasn’t conscious more than a couple seconds when he remembered the dream.

Rosetta stepped from behind the velvet curtain

with the ease of a thousand performances

all sequins and lashes

a full evening dress and half curtsey

she met and dared every eye

save those in the balcony
where he sat dizzy and aware of the precipice, the inadequacy of the railing

monday's excerpt

I lik you. Come north wish me.

Abram

thirstday's excerpt

feels like somethin’ picked me up

from someplace rough and dropped me

soft-like into this world

and yet these strangers…

they seem to have lived inside of me forever

and it’s only now that I can see their faces