Originally posted on HJD writes: rare bird he calls me walking swarm, lukewarm disaster. I put the tip of my pen to the page and nail him to the wall like a flying squirrel caught in a jump next day, he buries me carefully in his garden I eat dirt and laugh, making a home…
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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 