Writing In A Minor Key
Today's excerpt
Jeffrey Ira Gould
"When the woods go silent,
panic will find you, as it did me,
and you will careen through the forest
as if you never went to school,
or learned the words north, or moss.
Botany will not save you."
"Rocking With The Trees"
Jeffrey composes rhythmically nuanced stories
resonating like anthems in a minor key.
Published 2021
"It was the saffron flowers at the far end of the stones which put me in mind of monks and naked feet, and made me turn and leave off following your landmark. Slices of sun between the trunks warmed me and I opened my coat, craving adventure."
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Published 2018
"The young officer's sepia photo is in my keeping now, one hundred and fourteen years old, still mounted on the original board and embossed with the name of the studio and its address in Odessa. I used to stare at his picture as a child, on the altar of my grandmother's dressing table where all her family photos were spread. He was the nephew of one of her relations though I never learned his name. When she died I stole the photo."