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THE SWAMPS OF JERSEY The Swamps of Jersey, Frank Nagler Mysteries Book One: They buried everything in the Old Iron Bog. But who buried the young woman? And why does the ring she was wearing remind Detective Frank Nagler of his old girlfriend? “You can practically smell the corruptive influences and the dank, putrid odor of the swamp in this book. A gritty crime novel that could be ripped from the headlines.” https://www.amazon.com/Swamps-Jersey-Michael-Stephen-Daigle-ebook/dp/B0DGYFCFML?ref_=ast_author_dp&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.5PuY3o2z7o1AOorAzpirYsZ
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‘Nagler’s Secret’ has been published
I am proud to announced the publication of “Nagler’s Secret,” Book 6 the award-winning Frank Nagler Mystery series. It’s been a process, to say the least. After two years to republish the first five books in the series – and … Continue reading
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Tagged "A Game Called Dead", "The Red Hand", "The Weight of Living", Dragony Rising, Eagle Enterprise, Frank Nagler, Independent Press Award, Kirkus Reviews, NYC Big Book Awards, Royal Dragonfly Book Award, Shelf Unbound Indie Book Awards, Swamps of Jersey
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Until there is just you
I want to scream. I want to scream at you and tell you to stop hating To stop killing, to stop; Just stop. But to scream fills my voice with rage, Which is what you do, rage. So screaming makes … Continue reading
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Until there is just you
I want to scream. I want to scream at you and tell you to stop hating To stop killing, to stop; Just stop. But to scream fills my voice with rage, Which is what you do, rage. So screaming makes … Continue reading
White dress selfie
It’s what you don’t know That she wants you to learn. Her eyes as open as new sunlight yet as dark as dusk because it’s all that tricky, what you need to learn to forget The weight of resistance. It’s … Continue reading
What to do with more light
It comes back that day a second at a time; then two. Been gone for months shrinking like a heart leaking joy, A second at a time; then two. Stops, gathers, returns; then runs back to darkness A second at … Continue reading
Learning to write a sonnet, lesson two
So in an effort to teach myself sonnet writing, to write a story about a teen-ager who learns to write sonnets, I read a series of modern sonnets. Generally, modern sonneteers have altered the rhyme pattern, if they use one … Continue reading
Learning to write a sonnet
The Greater Lehigh Valley Writer’s Group has opened to members an invitation to submit short stories, essays and poems for possible inclusion in the 2027 Anthology with a theme of “Writing from the heart.” I have been fortunate to have … Continue reading
White dress teaching joy
That is that moment when the smile becomes her arms around your neck as she pins you to the wall and her tongue is in your mouth and she laughs because it is always about that thing you have been … Continue reading
The white dress leans into love
The world needs leaning. We need leaning I need leaning. The world needs learning. We need learning. I need to learn. The world needs to whisper. We need to whisper I need to whisper. The world needs to shout. We … Continue reading
Walking through memory
They walk past the park, Down the hill where the industrial gas of the chemical plant once stained the air and burned her nose. Then a right, up the hill to the house with all the flowers. A right at … Continue reading
