Daily Archives: August 30, 2019

Murder Ballad ~ Jim Adams #writephoto

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

In 1969, Robert Hunter the Grateful Dead song lyricist was living with Jerry Garcia in a house on Madrone Canyon Road in Larkspur. Their house was in a redwood grove sitting on an acre of land, with a creek running … Continue reading →

True Course ~ Ken Gierke #writephoto

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

True Course Find the truth in this passage. Beneath the cold layers of deceit lies Continue reading at rivrvlogr

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Memoir Byte: Missing – Where is my Family and Furniture? ~ D. G. Kaye

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from D. G. Kaye: I was 6, walking home the 3/4 mile walk from school. We’d recently moved into a new 3 bedroom backsplit. Our house was situated on a cul-de-sac where new homes were still for sale, and … Continue reading →

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Where It Broke Out ~ Na’ama Yehuda #writephoto

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

“This is where it broke out.” Bender shaded his eyes from the glare and squinted at the black patch on the meandering snake of ice. “Tis a mighty small one, then,” he noted. Roman frowned. “That hole is bigger up … Continue reading →

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Frozen ~ Alethea Kehas #writephoto

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

In the midst of a world that appears frozen follow the purple path within Know that beyond the shadows holding darkness there is always a source of light reflecting the truth. Waiting to melt the way as it softens the … Continue reading →

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The small dog suffers …

Posted on August 30, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I tap away, I’m in full flow when, from her perch beside me, The small dog reaches out a paw and touches me to chide me. “Do you not love me any more? Perhaps you can’t abide me? Oh, writer … Continue reading →