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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
Category Archives: Hot in Hunterdon, Georjean Trinkle
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
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
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
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
White dress sorrow
In a world of preaching In a world of scorn She whispers. In a world of war In a world of darkness She offers. In a world of crying A world of screams She sings. In a world of sorrow … Continue reading
White dress renewed
Sun dusts her shoulders Sand on her feet She welcomes the Atlantic dawn Takes in the world And smiles at the secret. Arms spread, head back She absorbs the light, Inhales the moment That instant of being That she gives … Continue reading
A white dress morning
She reminds you With dark eyes that glow in sunlight With soft fingers brushing purple flower buds Then your cheek; Reminds you That time needs care To peel back the skins of error; Just start, so simple To find that … Continue reading
When the white dress is free
Ankles crossed, arms wrapping knees, waiting As sunlight strips mist From lips and shoulders Drenched by passing rain; Brown bodied Changed from white dress Open Smiling Giving, taking. Joyous leaping. Loving. Free.
White dress yoga girl
Fingers electric Her touch power on your spine. Light erupts; engulfed. Gives to you herself As open as dawn, bruised as a cloud. She pours water on your parched soul. Opens a spring Says drink.
White dress marching
White dress marching Hem brown from muddy boots; Strap loose on fist raised arm Wave in their face: No! White dresses marching Voices one Not today Not ever. Your oppression No match for my defiance
