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Killer in the Snow

“And that is why you must never build a snowman in our backyard,” Trevor looked serious.  He was perched on the edge of his little brother’s bed.  507 more words

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Dailies 12/2: urchins, ghost towns, home towns, & the Equinox

The Sea – David Baker

        urchins spread. They want enough room
on the seabed, along the black basaltic

Read rest of poem  95 more words

Christmas Tree Planet

Daddy Fir unhooked the human from the roof rack.  He waved to Baby Fir who was pressed against the window.  Mummy Fir stood on the doorstep, looking anxious. 443 more words

William Stafford

Christmas Comes Early

“Hurry up, Mummy!” Claudia was jumping up and down in the hallway.  “I don’t want to miss it.”

“Just a minute!” her mother called from upstairs.  632 more words

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That awake people be awake

A Ritual to Read to Each Other

BY WILLIAM E. STAFFORD

If you don’t know the kind of person I am

and I don’t know the kind of person you are… 366 more words

Cecily's Father

I had not seen Cecily for weeks and so I headed out of London with the express purpose of confronting her father and having it out with him once and for all.  773 more words

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Rosemary's Dinner Party

Dennis froze as the lowermost stair creaked under his foot.  The landing lit up as the bedroom light came on.  Holding his shoes, Dennis felt foolish.  537 more words

William Stafford