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I am growing my garden

Tomatoes, potatoes
Carrots and peas
Pumpkins and squash
An orange tree

Lemons and roses
Flowers for bees
And apples in the orchard

I am growing my garden 

Tending and touching
Digging and cutting
Laying out straw
Hoping the slugs don’t eat it all

I am growing my garden

Now the world broke apart
and is ready to fall.

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I did something once…

 

~ Sometimes Summer lasts all year. . . ~

 

I did something once and that was finish a story.

A story people who visited threegoodwords back then followed.
And followed.
And enjoyed.

I remember reading those first comments and how I was genuinely shocked: Look! I told those close to me. Look, they’re reading it!  Can you believe it? THEY’RE READING WHAT I WROTE!

I was deeply touched. I really can’t thank you lovely people enough, you know who you are. For without those first readers I would never have continued, never even thought to think that this little story of mine,  maybe, maybe, could be something more. But here they were, reading what I wrote, a few even asking for more…

That was the beginning, that was the story
That became a final draft
That turned into a galley.

And the galley was read. By friends and strangers, by people who had a vested interested in seeing my story turn into A Book. There were long conversations, honest, helpful. There were days of frustration. There was way more editing.

 

~Three Oaks was the only house down Redrock that had its own road sign.~

 

And finally, one day, the whole was The Sun Born Over. Suddenly it was out there. Suddenly it was something more.

The Sun Born Over is an ebook, available on Amazon, which is something I still find hard to believe at times. I am genuinely grateful for an experience I never expected, and a team that was marvelous, despite the ups and downs of (online) publishing. Really, it is quite something.

 

As to my readers who simply wanted to know more of what was going on with Those Two (you know who):

Thank you so much for reading, liking, and commenting, for simply being there and helping The Sun Born Over simply happen.

Really: Thank you.

j.d.

toxic

 

Corridor, Windows, Dark & Light

I remember this anger
the slow-simmering boil
clenched tight just above the gut
that sleepless certainty of knowing
you have been wronged
on every scale.

‘Stupid is as stupid does’
But I’m no Forrest
I can see the trees for what they are
the beginning of a long Heart of Darkness
where everything is warped
and wrong and upside down
because even the mood is toxic

and suddenly I can trace the battle scars
fading into the foreground
like that tattoo you forgot about
or those combat boots out back
grown dusty in the shed
the ones that helped you cross
that violent overgrown desert.

And now it’s time
time to take down the gas-mask
and strap on the worn leather
find your trusted binoculars
the ones without the fancy bits
but excellent night vision
now it is time to get out the maps
the combat notes, the exit strategies
and scout almost-forgotten terrain

because you know this is no joke.
this is as real as it gets
this is the old and known
enemy.

 

© 2017 threegoodwords

hot water

late night, past midnight
and there is yet work to be done

so I top up the bottle
with more hot water
like some comfy hen
wrapping herself up in warm feathers
cluck cluck cluck

except I stopped pretending long ago:

sudden, unpredictable cold
shivering down the spine like
a branch of flashing leaves
in an invisible breeze:
I don’t brave that anymore
like some brazen teen
infatuated with designs of cool
of “what if anyone did see?”

but cuddle up to the hot water
bottled
snug close like a young cat
curled in the crook of my lap
fast asleep, purring
while my eyes droop over keys
fingers slipping, dipping into darkness
those invisible fountain pens
flashing glossy black
on bright white screens.

 

©2017 threegoodwords

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