Tag Archives: Poetry

And The Leaves Drift Down, One By One

Posted on November 6, 2023 by Brenda Buchanan

By Brenda Buchanan This week I’m nursing an injured wrist, which makes typing something of a challenge.  So I dug into the archives and re-surfaced this post from 2016, which features nicer foliage photos than I could have taken this … Continue reading →

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Here Comes The Sun

Posted on March 15, 2019 by Brenda Buchanan

Two young women in a red convertible with the top down zipped by me when I was driving home from work Tuesday evening. Heads thrown back, sunglasses glinting with the 5:45 rays brought to us by Daylight Saving Time, they were … Continue reading →

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WHERE ARE YOU RONNIE JAY?

Posted on July 25, 2017 by mainecrimewriters

Vaughn C. Hardacker here. Several years ago (2004 as a fact) I was a member of a writer’s group that met at the Exeter Public Library in Exeter New Hampshire. We were a diverse group in what we wrote and … Continue reading →

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Sights and Sounds of Autumn in Maine

Posted on October 20, 2016 by mainecrimewriters

By Brenda Buchanan The turning of the leaves took us by surprise this year. After a long summer spent watering the garden we had modest hopes. Too dry for good color, we thought. Wait ‘til next year. (Yes, Red Sox … Continue reading →

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Where Are You Ronnie Jay?

Posted on February 26, 2015 by mainecrimewriters

Vaughn Hardacker here: Several years back I was a member of a writer group that met monthly at the public Library in Exeter, NH. The group had no rules about what type of writing members had to write (I also … Continue reading →

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