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Lie Me Down in the Dust
This desire to return to the dirtis a definition of identity.I am hydrogen, oxygen, carbon,all furnaced before time emerged.Given life in composite.A few years, and falling apart.Is this what Yeats meant,the centre cannot hold?Who wants it to hold?Return me to the dirtand I will be ants, trees, other people;perpetuated not by DNAbut by belonging and…
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Trees die. So do books
Thanks to Author Scoop for the link on the number of books which never sell and have to be “dealt with”. Interesting comment tucked in the article on literary novels. Seems this is an argument that never dies. Either you adore literary novels, their innovation, the pleasure of their language, etc or you think they’re…
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The Second Coming by W B Yeats
“The Second Coming” I defy you to forget the image of the Sphinx moving across desert and dry reed beds. “the centre cannot hold” is such a powerful phrase it’s influenced a number of my stories and even poems. I’ll post “Lie Me Down in the Dust” one day.
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Free Short Stories–Be Romantic
Long and Short Reviews publishes romance novel reviews and a weekly short story. Months and months ago I contributed a short story, “When Dreams Come True”. Not only was it great to get free advertising (I had a romance eBook out), but I got helpful editorial input and the joy of sharing a story on…
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Spanish Coin by Margaret Westhaven
Spanish Coin is one of my favourite regencies. It has stood the test of time and re-reads. From its clever title (appropriate to the plot, but also playing with the slang use of “Spanish coin” meaning false compliments) to its triumphant ending it both follows the rules for a regency and gently subverts them. The…