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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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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
In a white dress telling tales
Read to me. Tell me stories That cling to my soul, Words that rise from despair to hope, That lead from the gloom of isolation To a rambunctious shouting celebration of you. Tell of the moments The things no one … Continue reading
In the white dress she says I am
Voice like a breeze that teases Sunlight smile that glows past darkness A sudden touch finger to finger The things that when alone recall her. Eyes both dark and open; Passion sparked But questioned. Then head back laughing, Laughing in … Continue reading
The grace of the white dress
Touch Time Touch Earth Touch Rain that flows Like memory. Touch sadness Then joy Forgiveness You offered. Touch silence Hollow voiced Lost in disappointment. Touch the beginning Simple desire and confusion. Touch absence. Time A cry alone Thinking no one … Continue reading
Festivals: Collingswood, Oct. 4; then Easton
It’s been quite a month of book festivals. A note of thanks to all who stopped by to chat, tell stories, or buy my books. Those are the moments that make the time at the events worthwhile. Thanks to Belvidere, … Continue reading
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White dress and peace
When the ocean rose they danced mad in the flood. When the wind took the trees They crawled up the broken branches and howled. When the mountains fell they kicked at the rubble. They put their ear to the sea … Continue reading
