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A beautiful essay by Ann Beach
You really want to read this one. So moving. Don, 1979 It’s 3:00 am. Deep in the bowels of the hospital, bright fluorescent lights softly buzz overhead in the windowless snack bar, where a row of vending machines give off a low hum. Don, my sixteen-year-old patient, and I sit huddled in orange plastic chairs… Continue reading
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Read Kit Robey’s Award Winning Short Story
https://www.katharinecrawfordrobey.com “Last Train to Banff” Warner stood at the window of the compartment, thinking about his wife. Thirty years, ten months, and one week ago today, they’d been married. They’d never taken a honeymoon. He was always on assignment for Romantic Travel. Yet someone had to make a living. How she would have loved this.… Continue reading
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Some Haiku for You
The corkscrew cherry The evergreen clematis Bloom in gentle rain Michael Martin, March 6, 2024 Sunshine! Not liquid.Leaves of every kind openTheir faces for sun. Michael Martin, March 7, 2024 Continue reading
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A Valentine’s Day Contribution
From Katharine “Kit” Robey Ah, Never Doubt by Katharine Crawford Robey Ah, never doubt that love existsOr that it can awaken with a lover’s kissOr that after that it will wax and waneNever doubt that unless there is a vow to seal that kissA vow that tested continues to persistThis love of ours will drift… Continue reading
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Haiku
The Spirited Scriveners begin their Wednesday morning sessions by writing a haiku. This is one of our favorites this week. Continue reading
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A new year. A new essay.
Most of the mothers, more interested in recipes and nail polish, thought my mother was crazy. The kids all thought she was cool. Continue reading
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A New Kind of Caroler in Town
Michael Martin “I’m home! Hey! I think I saw carolers down the street at the Robeys’ house. Didn’t hear singing as I got out of the car but it certainly looked like carolers. Have they already been here and I’ve missed them or are they coming here next?” “They’ve not been here.” “Turn off the… Continue reading
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Haiku back-up
Wednesday meetings We write haiku and select Which to be posted November 8 Diamonds on my rug Sift through squares of window panes. Good morning, Sun! Susan Crawford November 22 Glad we made it through Trials and tribulations Thankful we survived. Fredrick Wright Continue reading
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Three Haiku by Ann F. Beach
The snaggle-toothed smile Gives way to the trimmed moustache. My boy grew up fast. There’s not enough time I’ll never finish reading All the books I have. Slow drizzling rain Deer curled up in the ivy Wasting sun’s return. Note that all material shared on this site and in these posts are the exclusive ownership of… Continue reading
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“Final Victory” excerpt from Phil Bosshardt
In August 1945, the U.S. used two atomic bombs against Japan. But a third bomb was also built. What if a special ops team from Japan and the Soviet Union had managed to steal the third bomb? Japanese leaders wanted to end the war, but not on America’s terms. To get better terms, a plan… Continue reading
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Sometimes it seems everyone is an aspiring writer. May be. Everyone has a story. Everyone has something to say. Although not everyone makes the effort to share it. The Spirited Scriveners exists to encourage that effort. Pen to paper, as it were. Fingertip to keyboard. However it happens.
Here you will encounter the results of our own efforts. Sometimes serious. Sometimes comedic. Sometimes romantic. This group of authors operate in very different worlds. Yet, find it mutually supportive. Whether creating science fiction or romance, children’s picture book or young adult, medical or architectural history, we all look to improve the telling of the tale. We teach each other as we teach ourselves and we navigate the dusky, ever-changing paths of publishing together.
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