This earth of tressed roots and rivers, fish-silvered oceans, sky, bird-woven tapestries of celestial hues, is the cradle of all life— ~it is not ours~ to unmake, to sully sky and sea, to eviscerate, for in the unmaking is our own ending, and when we have crushed the petals of the last […]
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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 