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Our currently featured story centers on the 'inner guidances'
we may experience from time to time. We all seem to
have them, it’s true. But just where do they come from?
Ellie Braun Haley seems to have an answer for them
in this new story entitled, ‘VOICES’.
She gives thoughtful consideration to the active role of 'Divine Guidance'
in her own life, and the after effects and benefits of 'listening'
when she has heeded the prompts that have come to her.
I found myself relating to her accounts in so many ways
Like the time a terrible snow storm had my nephew
and his girlfriend surrounded by nothing but dark night and white sheets
of blinding snow, trying to find their way.
My own little family was in and protected, but restlessness in trying to sleep
brought him to my thoughts. I immediately knew that I should
pray for his safety. The next morning when I awakened, there was
a phone call from my sister-in-law that 'Jim' was safe, and that at the very time
I had been awake praying, he and his friend found their way to her porch light
and safety. This was in the midst of not being able to see anything at all,
upon a dark country road in the middle of nowhere!
I believe that God does 'prompt' us and that angels are afoot ... and perhaps you will too after reading about one heart’s obedience to them
in: Voices




Here we are, well more than half-way into the year, and we can
say we effectively weathered the loss and rebuilding
of The WordSmith together.
Again, I thank all of you who stuck with us through that ordeal.

We look forward to sharing many more wonderful stories and
poems about the holidays and life-events yet to come, from this beautiful time
of year when the leaves are turning and families gather together.

If you’ve read here for awhile and would like to consider
submitting some of your own works for publication, we would be thrilled
to have you!

And just a reminder,
that you may post your own stories and poems at our Writer's Block
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Thanks for your time here today.
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linda




Ivor E. Hogg is from the Uk and, one of our favorite all-time poets!
In our current featured poem from Ivor, he expounds on the sometimes shady nature of the time-honored
‘Goose Fair’ celebration that is a true British tradition, with over 700 years of origin behind it.
Held originally in conjunction with St. Michaelmas Day (the day of celebrating St. Michael), on September 29th.
St. Michael was the patron saint of the seas, ships and sailors as well as horses and horsemen.He is also legend to have thrown Lucifer out of Heaven.
Michaelmas Day marked the final day of harvest, which traditionally begins August 1st.
Many areas referred to this day as ‘Goose Day’ and quite a few still hold Goose Fairs to this day.
It has long bore much tradition, folklore and proberb, such as this one;
Three things that never come to any good:
Christmas pigs,
Michaelmas fowls,
and parsons' daughters.
(Traditional English proverb)
and this;
He who eats goose on Michaelmas day shan't money lack or debts to pay.
You may read more on this time-less tradition here:
Nottingham City Goosefair

Thank you, Ivor for this candid view of the fair!


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Our Stories

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Katy Simple Pleasures
My Granite Embrace The Honor of Memorial Day
Little Eyes, Broken Heart Fishing, And An Experience Of The Heart
A Melody of Memories Shooting Stars
The Loss Of The RCMP Fort Walsh Daniel's Folly
Hearts That Break Patchwork Memories
Roving Bed'lam A Mistake You Say
Come To The Church In The Wildwood Cider Days
The General The Last Bus Of Summer
The Shortest Resolution, Up In Smoke A Wild Goose Chase
The Gift I'm Woman, Hear Me Roar
Yes Ma'am, No Ma'am My Growing Attachment
Two Jails For Julie Facing The Challenge of Letting Go
The Phone Call Cinnamon Hearts And Rocky Mountains
She Took Me In The Sister God Gave Me
Heroe's Dad In A Box
Becky's Room My Sad Familiar
Missing Mom Ties That Bind
A Mother's Sorrow Mother And The Watermelon
Salt Water Roses Sister's Bootlaces
My Father's Eyes Margie And Me
A Memory Good And Sweet The Empty Nest
Simon, True Friend And Companion The Skunks Of Summer
The Christmas Lesson Blooming Where You're Planted
Candy Kisses Doing It Her Way
Full Circle Living With Ghosts
An Easter Heart A Christmas Message
Sorrow The Last Try
Peace On Earth Are You Joshin' Me?
Groovin Groomer Gals Bird Flu Casulties
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Our Poetry

Do You Wonder? The Art of Diplomacy
Until Someday Stones Upon The Ocean
Thankful A New Poem by Rosie MacNeil
Scavenger Small Ghost
Bounced Two New Poems by Rosie MacNeil
The Long Walk Home Life
Grandpa, A Child's Words The Watcher
Sinking The Dancer
The Art Fairy Tale
Captured When Sadie Sang The Blues
I Had Forgotten I Could Fly Some Hearts Broken
Today I'm Wondering Rosie MacNeil's Poetry Page
Wintry Things Spring
Fragrances Your Own Poem Here
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Love Tangled
by linda marie pharaoh-carlson©copyright


Tripped into a void
Fallen into a tumble,
Eyes opened wide
Now the heart's
In a jumble...

Endless the fall


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