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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing from the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: Paul Klee

Creating a Cover: When Things Go Missing

March 30, 2025

I’m excited to show you the cover of my new novel! It was created by Owen Gent, a talented artist …

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Mud-Luscious Spring with Cummings and Klee

March 23, 2025

What better way to welcome our mud-luscious Spring into the world again than with the glee-scrumptious poetry and paintings of …

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Perfect Pairings – Klee and cummings

February 27, 2018

I’ve long been a huge fan of Paul Klee’s paintings and e.e. cummings’ poetry, and for similar reasons: their playfulness …

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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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