“Atherstone!” The railway official I had managed to pigeonhole in busy London Euston Station seemed affronted. “Why do you want to go to Atherstone? There’s…
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Murder at the Rummage Sale will be published in August, 2016 by Imagination Fury Arts! Here is some advance praise: As Lucy Way, the moral…
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I am delighted to announce that The (entire!) Maeve Chronicles are available from Audible as audiobooks. The superb Irish narrator is Heather O’Neill, so the Celtic…
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outside doing something else I turn and see them snowdrops thrusting through dead leaves beside a snowdrift I drop everything, pick up a rake,…
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first take the sunlight inside your body and soul then dip down into the darkness of the waters add the salt of the earth,…
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Where is mountain, where is sky? Mist and cloud may know or merge unknowing: where is water, where is air? Between peak and valley,…
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it is all poetry, even a dark morning at the end of Fall, twisting oak branches revealed, small birds and the last lacy leaves…
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the leaves are falling, the ridge rising into view I know it was there all along, but now I see the still blue wave,…
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ecstasy takes time, even if it lasts moments you have to slow down so ecstasy can find you the way the light finds each…
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I am barefoot, sometimes the way is soft, a frog leaps pondward, touching my foot, the birds keep watch I don’t know where I…