Who are you
generous flower sender?
Encouraging words
Kind thoughts
Huge bouquet
Mystery.
(Lovely words in the card, but no indication of who sent this gorgeous bouquet!)
Review: Shadow Between Us March 6, 2019
I received an ARC of this book from Netgalley.
I have read all of Carol Mason’s books, so I was delighted to have the opportunity to review this book which is scheduled for release the end of March 2019.
Carol writes “Women’s Fiction.” In other words, stories about women’s lives, beyond a basic romance story. In Shadow Between Us, she explores her deepest fear. What if the worst thing you can imagine happened to you? How would you cope?
Protagonist Olivia copes by abandoning husband and home in Seattle and holing up in the charming port town of Port Townsend, WA, where she meets a young veteran maimed in Afghanistan. I was glued to the e-reader working out the clues. What has happened? Why has Olivia left her husband? Will they get back together? Why isn’t her daughter talking to her? Will she stay in Port Townsend?
So much mystery! So much tension!
No spoilers here. Let’s just say, I didn’t see it coming, which is always great. It was a thoroughly enjoyable read.
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poem-nefarious November 13, 2018
For eighteen years,
each evening when I glance out my kitchen window,
I see my elderly neighbour
at work through his window.
Suddenly, this week,
his drapes are drawn.
What nefariousness is this?
What hidden adventures is this World War 2 spy
up to now, that require such secrecy?
The neighbourhood has become far
more interesting with this mystery.
poem- There is a ghost… October 19, 2017
…in my easy button.
.
Confident red circle
sits
in its isolation
on the desk
proclaims,
“That was easy!”
.
We hear the outbursts
amused from a distance,
that it appreciates
ataraxia.
.
Our brains may ache
with the effort
of learning,
.
but that red button
assures us
It wasn’t difficult
at all.
poem-searching July 19, 2016
I’m searching for you
street after street,
household after household.
Your entire block has vanished,
uncountable mystery.
.
.
(I’ve just spent 2 days combing 2000 entries in the 1921 Montreal census in search of the block where my father lived. I can’t find it in any of the districts, though I have found addresses within 5 mins walk in all directions. It’s like they forgot to enumerate his neighbourhood. So frustrating!).
Sienna dreams April 11, 2016
I dream sienna
Sunsets drippppppping
Onto rocks
Carving red rivers
That slice down
…………….down
…………….down
…………….down
…………….down
Like blood bathed tears
Slice flesh.
It is a Grand Canyon of pain
River winding edge to edge
Touching grief upon grief
From the top
Black trees silhouette
Against a flaming sky
scorched earth burning
in the beauty of pain.
poem-bangles August 20, 2015
Three brass bangles
Two copper bangles
Artisan wrought
a mature gift to a teenaged babysitter
who couldn’t quite pull them off,
but they stayed in the jewelry box a fond memory
of adorable little boys, a polished professional couple, and a spotless, earthy home.
Enter small daughter to whom the jewelry box
was full of magic, and bangles were magic rings set for a journey.
Journey they did!
What mystical adventure were the copper bangles on for a decade or two?
Four houses later they re-appear in my jewelry box.
If only they could talk.
poem- murder May 6, 2015
It’s awkward
all this repeated death.
Everyone has the solution
to remove the trouble maker
Everyone has a special skill
that will do the necessary damage.
How would you…?
Count down.
3, 2. 1.
You could…
From every department
something new.
Murder is not hard to do
if it imaginary, and there’s
not practical follow-through.
.
.
I am presently writing a collection of short stories set in a high school. The staff at my school keeps coming up with suggestions about the next murder. It’s been quite entertaining! I had no idea that apparently all teachers can come up with a scary death related to their subject area in under 3 seconds. How about you? My husband, (a Youth Probation Officer…) is appalled. lol
UPDATE: This project became Murdering Mr. Edwards and was published by Coffin Hop Press April 2018 https://coffinhop.com/crime/murdering-mr-edwards/
poem-timeless July 10, 2014
On this
summer day,
lost in you,
I see no end.
.
.
.
This poem is my 1500th post! 🙂
There are a few ways to read this one, each painting a slightly different picture.
poem- creek June 19, 2014
From the bridge
I look down
upon the frozen creek
and see a red mitten
bobbing under the ice.
Shawn L. Bird 