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The Red Hand: “A winning origin story for one of modern fiction’s expertly drawn detectives.” — Kirkus Reviews https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Stephen-Daigle/e/B00P5WBOQC
“The Red Hand” was named a Distinguished Favorite in the 2019 Big NYC Book Contest Named Second Place winner for mysteries in the 2019 Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Named a Notable 100 Book in the 2019 Shelf Unbound Indie Book Awards Named a Distinguished Favorite in the 2020 Independent Press Awards A Nominee in the 2020 TopShelf Book Awards Named A Gold Star Award winner in the 2020 Elite Choice Book Awards
The Frank Nagler Mysteries An Anthology https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1793859523/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4
“A Game Called Dead” was named a Runner-Up in the Shelf Unbound 2016 Best Indie Book contest. “The Weight of Living” was awarded First Place for mysteries in the 2017 Royal Dragonfly Book Award contest; Named A Notable 100 Book, Shelf Unbound 2018 Indie Book Awards; Named a Distinguished Favorite, 2018 Independent Press Awards. Named a Distinguished Favorite in the 2018 Big NYC Book Contest. Named a Finalist in the 2019 Book Excellence Awards. Named A Gold Star Award winner in the 2020 Elite Choice Book Awards
Category Archives: Poetry
Until I learn
Buds swell, Life licked by a tongue of sunlight, The sigh of being rises in the dark Till green shoots penetrate the cold soil, the hint of hope That soothes a bruised earth. Earth turns The contrails of war, arrows … Continue reading
Something like a blues song
When my brother and his wife Judy were touring the Midwest this summer as the folk music act Andy & Judy — http://www.andyjudysing.com — I joked they needed another train song, and suggested the title, “Waiting on the Detroit … Continue reading
Cassini
What sparks, the flicker of your heart, the detritus of hope and hurt left in a distant burning trail. Signals bouncing off unseen waves, surprising strong, sneaking past defenses, nets cast to repel the unwanted, troubling thoughts, dormant desires, sparked … Continue reading
These words are dust on paper
These words are dust on paper, The chemistry of love, loss and desire, of things unsettled; Weightless questions unformed, queries made alone in silent, empty rooms, like breath spoken to a dark ceiling in those broken sleepless hours. There … Continue reading
Roses fall
Roses fall, petals withered at the edges, the reds and pinks of blossoms faded as the low sunlight, once full like soup now transparent as dust, tasteless gruel. Leaves once thick with green wither to brown and cling to drained … Continue reading
Borrowed words
These words are yours, borrowed. Drawn from the air as you slide across the room at the edges, looking on; Words from your questioning eyes as you speak with your groups and I with mine, side glances, lingering. Space demanding touch, … Continue reading
‘Re-Entry’: Journey from written words, to spoken words, to music. Exploring the possibilities
I often write something just for the sound. That was the case of this poem, “Re-Entry.” It is a minimalist approach to exploring ways of re-entering life or opening up to the possibilities around us. I had the great honor … Continue reading
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