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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: Nature

Music for Sailing Among the Stars

November 14, 2013

One of my poems has been set to music. An amazing composer, Troy Armstrong, emailed me earlier this year and …

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True Ghost Stories, Part VI – Evil Incarnate

October 28, 2013

The dark creatures that haunt our dreams and come to us as waking nightmares take many shapes or forms, but …

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Emily Dickinson, Blogger Extraordinaire

September 14, 2013

I cannot help wondering whether Emily Dickinson, that famous recluse, would not have been an avid blogger if she had …

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The Joy of Aging

August 23, 2013

Oliver Sacks wrote a piece for the New York Times last month called “The Joy of Old Age (No Kidding!)”. It ended …

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Epitaph for a Tombstone – Exploring Infinity

August 14, 2013

I came across this recently, something I wrote years and years ago. So much has changed since then, but not …

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“Mostly Love, Now” and “The Cows at Night”

August 9, 2013

Since posting the speech by George Saunders I’ve been searching, without success for the poem he mentions by Hayden Carruth, …

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Living Life Through a Lens, What We Gain and Lose

July 27, 2013

How much of our lives do we view through a narrow lens, whether through the lens of a camera, our …

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Tremble of a Leaf, Balancing Interior and Exterior Lives

July 21, 2013

I wrote this poem as a grad student while living in that highly interior world of academia. I’d been feeling …

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Song of Me and Mine

June 23, 2013

Tonight as we marvel at the summer solstice super-moon, our family will be celebrating our daughter’s birthday. In remembrance of this lovely event, …

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The Pieta and the Writer’s Palette

June 16, 2013

It’s been said that for the writer the blank page is our canvas and words our paint. But I don’t …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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