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and 92 of my stories have been cherry picked. 187 of my 856 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 200 votes
“Hello Martha.” Dillon’s smile widened as he approached her and Martha’s heart slammed in her chest. He was their nemesis? “I can’t believe it’s you...
Perfidia slammed the cabinet door and placed the dinner dishes on the table with a thud. “You’re going to regret that if you break your fine china,”...
187 of my comments have received 200 Great Feedback votes
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Wow! Keansburg, NJ- Your
Posted on Fri, 27 Sep 2019
Wow! Keansburg, NJ- Your story brought me there too and since I've also been there, it was extra special fun for me to visit it again in your words. If I remember correctly, from the boardwalk you could see the Manhattan skyline and the...
Lovely walk on a crisp wintry day and fully appreciated, I am sure, after an illness has passed. I was happy to hear you are over it and much enjoyed this stroll over the icy path, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the quiet, frosty...
I love poems of nature and this is so beautifully descriptive, I could see the petals wanting to unfurl, feel the anticipation of that moment. This is such a well written piece of poetry I will surely read this many more times. Thank you for...
So multi-dimensional this corner poet - I can see the human spirit and your ending line brings the pain into focus. And the first lines "the only even prime is two" is something to ponder. (no man is an island, or shouldn't be)- Thank you for...
Like butterscoth dripping from the sky. This poem was easy on the senses and calm enducing. It was lovely to share your patch of sunshine today, Thank you Richard.
The sounds at night are amplified by mostly silent streets here and you've captured perfectly all of those sounds. The distant train whistle, the rainwater plinking in puddles and dropping from drenched leaves...the lone dog barking- I could walk...
The language is harsh, unpolished but I think so is the character you've created, a true curmudgeon. In this context, the rough tone and attitude works- it is defiantly defensive as his life has not been all he'd have liked. I enjoyed the read...
I love these Craven Danger stories. I've posted a link on my facebook page to give my friends and family a little humour in their day too. I truly hope you publish these stories in a book. they are all gems - and the world sure could use some...
‘Doily old’ struck a chord for me; I can remember houses of older relatives I'd visited when I was a child that had these on sofa arms and entry tables.
I really enjoyed reading your story, partly because New York was my playground too so...
Thank you. When I received 1944 as the random year, it was all I could think of, the batlle where a realtive of mine died on Christmas Eve. I thought it so sad that he had died on that day, not that death on any other day would have been less sad...
Wow! Keansburg, NJ- Your
Posted on Fri, 27 Sep 2019
Wow! Keansburg, NJ- Your story brought me there too and since I've also been there, it was extra special fun for me to visit it again in your words. If I remember correctly, from the boardwalk you could see the Manhattan skyline and the...
Read full commentPosted in Life and Death Under the Hudson
Lovely walk on a crisp wintry
Posted on Fri, 07 Jan 2022
Lovely walk on a crisp wintry day and fully appreciated, I am sure, after an illness has passed. I was happy to hear you are over it and much enjoyed this stroll over the icy path, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the quiet, frosty...
Read full commentPosted in Near Upper Kinsham
I love poems of nature and
Posted on Sat, 29 May 2021
I love poems of nature and this is so beautifully descriptive, I could see the petals wanting to unfurl, feel the anticipation of that moment. This is such a well written piece of poetry I will surely read this many more times. Thank you for...
Read full commentPosted in In the shadow of geraniums
So dimensional this corner
Posted on Mon, 24 May 2021
So multi-dimensional this corner poet - I can see the human spirit and your ending line brings the pain into focus. And the first lines "the only even prime is two" is something to ponder. (no man is an island, or shouldn't be)- Thank you for...
Read full commentPosted in Corner Poet
Like butterscoth dripping
Posted on Sun, 23 May 2021
Like butterscoth dripping from the sky. This poem was easy on the senses and calm enducing. It was lovely to share your patch of sunshine today, Thank you Richard.
Read full commentPosted in Sun-Light
The sounds at night are
Posted on Wed, 08 Jul 2020
The sounds at night are amplified by mostly silent streets here and you've captured perfectly all of those sounds. The distant train whistle, the rainwater plinking in puddles and dropping from drenched leaves...the lone dog barking- I could walk...
Read full commentPosted in Caesura
The language is harsh,
Posted on Tue, 07 Jul 2020
The language is harsh, unpolished but I think so is the character you've created, a true curmudgeon. In this context, the rough tone and attitude works- it is defiantly defensive as his life has not been all he'd have liked. I enjoyed the read...
Read full commentPosted in Not too Much to Ask
I love these Craven Danger
Posted on Thu, 09 Apr 2020
I love these Craven Danger stories. I've posted a link on my facebook page to give my friends and family a little humour in their day too. I truly hope you publish these stories in a book. they are all gems - and the world sure could use some...
Read full commentPosted in The Coffee Pot on the Corner - A Craven Danger Mystery
‘Doily old’ struck a chord
Posted on Mon, 02 Sep 2019
‘Doily old’ struck a chord for me; I can remember houses of older relatives I'd visited when I was a child that had these on sofa arms and entry tables.
I really enjoyed reading your story, partly because New York was my playground too so...
Read full commentPosted in A Rambling Remembrance
Thank you. When I received
Posted on Fri, 03 May 2019
Thank you. When I received 1944 as the random year, it was all I could think of, the batlle where a realtive of mine died on Christmas Eve. I thought it so sad that he had died on that day, not that death on any other day would have been less sad...
Read full commentPosted in 1944 (12miles south of Spa Belgium)
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