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Mommy’s Angel
I begged for a guitar for Christmas. I got down on my knees in supplication to Mom one Saturday morn when the snow was knee deep outside, I remember. That’s all she heard that year. I did every chore she gave me with glee, on the outside at least, three quarters my best instead of… Read more
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Good King Wenceslas
“I love the way the full moon glistens on the snow when it’s deep and crisp and even like this, not a mark on it,” the good king said. It was St. Stephen’s Day, Boxing Day, the patron saint of stonemasons and bricklayers, the first martyr, stoned to death for blasphemy. He was also the… Read more
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Gilly and the Peashooters
“Gilly and the Peashooters” was first published in Appalachian Fusion, Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel, Contemporary Appalachian Writing, Vol 27 Read more
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Creation sans fear
I don’t have to practice transcendental meditation to create masterworks, maybe I do. Read more
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Multiples
I don’t know what kind of magic is in a twin, but I know there’s more power in it than science can explain.
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Big Tears…
He was matter of fact, but I was shaking in my boots. I didn’t see this day coming so soon.
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Lincoln’s Tophat: One Story
Late at night, when Abe took off his hat, he crumbled like a cookie in a coffee cup of doubt.
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My Luxurious Mistake: For Bruce and Gail
My trip ended too quickly, but before it did, I made a crucial but wonderful mistake.
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Fire
I learned a long time ago to hide the things you want most, for those will be taken from you first.
Devonne Brown 