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Wicket Snippet: Ferry to Ohr

“I need to leave this night.”  “I can ferry you on the morrow. After the Morning Song.” A robust man with a grim expression continued tightening and knotting the ropes on his small ship, paying almost no mind to the young man before him. “I’ll pay you double.” “You could offer me triple, and the… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: Ferry to Ohr

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Poetry

She Sings the Dawn

Just before the light of day before the rising of the world gripped in silence, darkness, shame there the rolling dawn unfurls. She breathes the chill of night away. It fades to navy, purple, flame. There the morning song resumes, beneath the twilight of the day and waking trees and yawning streams. The meadow needn’t… Continue reading She Sings the Dawn

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How to Get Apple Pie from Weeds

I don't especially like dandelions. Here in the cold, slow-to-start Upper Peninsula of Michigan, however, dandelions are one of the first signs of spring. The little weed is more prolific here than the state flower. Many well-intending folks with greener lawns than I work diligently to rid their yards of dandelions, but as a pseudo-gardener,… Continue reading How to Get Apple Pie from Weeds

Wicket Lake

Wicket Snippet: Davon’s King

Davon’s breath hung in the air, a mist frozen in time and space. He shivered and pulled his heavy brown cloak tighter around his body. The frozen grass crunched under his boots as he moved closer to the stone likeness of his King. He glanced to his left and to his right once more, just… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: Davon’s King