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Patricia Crandall Author

Christmastime and Santa Claus

Christmastime and Santa Claus

  CHRISTMASTIME AND SANTA CLAUS It is joyous to watch children reach for Christmas toys, dolls for little …

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Last Autumn Together

  Last Autumn Together Remember French fries and cokes? Ketchup plopping out of the bottle, a sticky mess …

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Unexpected

  Two old cats chase each other through the house awakened by spring’s arrival. I throw open shuttered …

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Christmas Reflections

I remember our handsome family visiting in the guest parlor of our ancestral Queen Anne home, festively decorated …

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Haiku

  a fiery red moon in a glacial autumn sky shines effectual             …

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Tombstone Seven

   “Looking at those tombstones gives me the shakes,” Bobby Dunn said to his live-in companion, Marcus Clinton. …

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The Night The Pixies Danced

    Pixies dance beneath golden ring of moon. Meteoroids sail through space gleaming in autumn starlight. Misty …

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Autumn’s Child

    Her cheeks are Macintosh apples. She has corn silk hair, eyes green as leaves. A bright …

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Where Is Percy

 A shrouded figure slipped along the catwalk of the vast heating chamber in the Nelson-Clarke Museum. With gloved, …

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In No Hurry

                                                            I am in step with the child chasing clouds raindrops wind sun a fragile tinted rainbow  

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Not Suitable Viewing for Children

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            “Study this photo, class, and tell me what you see,” instructed Lewis Golden, a math teacher at …

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The Rescue – Completed

    There it was, the cow shaped mailbox Claude knew so well, it’s neat black letters spelling …

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Last of the Blueberries

    Flannel-jacketed campers huddle against rough winds buffeting the lake’s edge filling tin pails with last of …

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Life With a Maine Coon Cat

    Suddenly the hammering in the breezeway had stopped. “Odd,” I thought. Then I heard a high-pitched …

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The Rescue

Marley, his long white hair unkempt, dressed in loose-fitting workpants and a foul-smelling flannel shirt, sat in the …

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Flowers, Flags and Fireworks

    The full moon is in attendance to a regalia. One star shines queenly among the luminous …

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Hot Summer Day

  The rustle of ivy against a cool brick wall. Wisteria and clematis spider out of hanging baskets …

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A Catty Arrangement

                                    Maya Bull raised opera glasses to her wide green eyes. She adjusted the lenses until they focused …

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The Wedding Reception

Julie raised an impish face with ‘wise owl’ eyes to newlyweds, Dianne and Hugh Levitt. She wished she …

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Blue Jay

    Crested bird too big for his britches streaks through woodland a brilliant blue    

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At The Drop of a Shoe

532 Words         AT THE DROP OF A SHOE   Congressman Mel Hooper, his family and political staff, attended the …

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Old Bottles

                                                          OLD BOTTLES  Whispery legends of days gone by. Sunlight refines a soft …

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A Pinch of Spice

Clara and Dory Marchand sat at their linen-covered table with a fresh yellow rose in a Majolica vase …

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Great-Grandmother’s Rose Trellis

    Passing a newly painted trellis, wild roses clinging to each square, an old-world fragrance perfumes the …

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