Above it all, that peevish tone, Sinuous, adroit, Whispering what we forget: “Come rain, come shine I am here Come bud, come bone I am here Come dearth, come foison I am here too O learn my harmonies, my Ruthlessness, my Change” (Sue Harper)
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Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
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Phil Slattery, Writer, Publisher 