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God never promised you and I Eden -
Only thistles, but even a thistle
Will grow tall in shaft and be edible.
Was that not sufficient for Adam?
From a 4-star Amazon review:
"She has a mature and fairly lonely perspective which is sometimes dark, but never depressing; sometimes playful, but never shallow; usually reverent; and always...unique."
Singer - Kellian Cross
Contributing Artist - Samantha Smith
From a 5-star Amazon review:
"The malignant forces in these stories are calculating and subtle, occasionally building up to an all out deadly assault upon their poor victims. At other times there is a shocking ending which floors the unsuspecting reader...there wasn’t any of this mindless, impulsive gore found in most terror stories and movies. Rather there was a patient, evil skill..."
When they approached the front yard together, Brahm's mother was there, bent over a soapy tub of water and a washboard, scrubbing clothes in the patchy sunlight. She saw Brahm and greeted him. He mumbled a doleful hello and let his father and himself in through the gate. She frowned.
Mihai closed the gate behind himself and said, “Don't be too happy to see him. I caught him playing with Sergei when he should have been doing his chores and homework.”
Already, she disliked his father's tone and looked apologetically at Brahm. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she encouraged him. “Now that you're here, you can get started with the chicken coop.”
“Yes, mother,” said Brahm. He set his schoolbooks on the stoop, then went to grab the hanging basket. As he let himself into the wire-frame chicken coop, he overheard his parents talking. He started gathering eggs, although he was listening with a straight face. It was awkward when his parents argued over him, especially since his mother often sided with him, as she did now.
“It wouldn't hurt to let him have a little fun.”
“Breaking bottles is fun?” he snapped.
“Boys like to destroy things. Let him get it out of his system. You were a small boy once too.”
“I didn't waste good bottles and play with thieves.”
She was firm with him. “Remember, he has my gypsy blood in him. He is more free-spirited and crafty than you know.”
Here is a video biography I made about Emily Dickinson. Enjoy. ;)