The New York city lights
The New York city lights.
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
A new chapter. Please enjoy
Somehow I seem to land on the same streets and end-up in the same taverns. I remember the long streets. They felt ghostly and friendly to me. I found my destination. Chumley tavern on Bedford street. The watering hole for the great Hemingway. This was point one for me. I decided on 10 locations to visit. I stood outside the tavern and I looked at the lights of New York. The city had the ancient lived in feel.
I liked the Chumley tavern. My G.I Joe haircut and northern accent allowed me to be set out in the mist of the New Yorkers drinking, talking and enjoying their night, drinking their gin and tonic. I wasn’t looking for conversation or friendship. I was in the city where Cohen and Joplin had great talks. I was sitting in the bar where Hemingway drank and lived his way. I felt like I belonged.
I ordered a cold draft and shot of Jack. I watched the New Yorkers talk, laugh and drink. I caught the attention of a pretty woman in a business suit. She was in her late twenties, wore glasses and her long auburn hair tied tightly. She was surveying my face and haircut. She came and sat near me. She touched my shoulder and she asked. Did you just return from the war? I smiled and I told her yes. She was silent for a few seconds and she asked me. Are you okay? I told her. I’m okay and thank you for asking. She touched my high and tight haircut gently and she told me. My brother came back and he isn’t alright. He is locked-up now. I told her I was sorry. War can be hard on men. Hard to forget. She asked me. Is your head cold? These are the cold days of Winter in New York. I told her. I’m Michigan born and I’m used to the coldness of the Winter.
She smiled and laughed. I liked her smile and laughter. I knew she didn’t laugh too much. Her eyes held a sadness. She asked me. What are you doing in New York? I remember her brown eyes looking deep into my eyes. I told her I left Fort Dix and was searching for the watering hole of Hemingway. The lights of New York and the place where Joplin and Cohen had their last talk. I needed the ancient city. The city make me feel okay. She held her smile for a few seconds than laughed. You missed 10 good cities to come here. Of all the damned places to go, you picked New York in the coldness of winter. She looked serious for a minute and she asked me. Where are you going to park your car? This is New York. No parking in the daytime soldier. I told her. I don’t know. I just wanted a large city tonight. No larger than New York. She laughed at my answers and her business suit seemed less dangerous. Now her eyes were more gentle and less fearful.
She told me. You are lucky. I have a empty spot to park your car. She asked me what my name was. I told her, my name is Johnnie, wandering soldier, and asked her name in return. She smiled and offered her hand and she told me her name was Dorothy. A Boston girl working in the city. I liked her face. A Irish shaped face with a firm body. She asked me, “Do you have a place to stay? New York city is very costly.” I told her I was going to escape the city after the bar closed, find a cheap hotel outside the city. She sat quietly for a few moments and she asked me, “Are you dangerous?” I smiled and I told her only to whiskey bottles and cans of beer.
She told me, “I live near by. 201st Street. You can have my couch. I don’t work till Monday. I will give you a grand tour of the city.”
I told her, “You don’t have to. You have been very kind already. Talking with me. I do appreciate. I don’t want to be a added burden to you.”
She told me, ” I like your face. You have a good face. Please tell me a story. Why a good man would volunteer for war? And how you landed here in this tavern with me?” I told her about my two brothers who committed suicide and how I volunteered for war. War was very kind. Taught me life is better than death. Now I need a story my kind friend. She smiled and she told me she went to college and got her degree. “Now I’m a accountant for a big bank and I work 70 hours a week and I’m always tired.” I reached my hand to her and I told her. Glad to meet you Dorothy.
She took my hand and she held it firmly. I looked into her brown eyes and I asked her. Do you like to dance? She smiled and told me. I haven’t danced since college. I would enjoy some dancing. I told her. Drinking need dancing and dancing need drinking. We left the Chumley tavern at closing time. The city was still alive and lit up. A lot of people were aiming at their nightly goals. We found my truck and she directed me to the parking structure. She found my writing journals and she read them as I parked the truck. She asked me with questioning eyes. Are you a writer? You didn’t tell me you like to write. I do also. I told her. They are just journals now. One day I will post and create the great novel. She looked sad and she questioned me. I shouldn’t have looked at the journals? I’m sorry. I told her. It is okay. My life isn’t so exciting. I use the journals to release pain, anger and joy.
Her apartment was nice. The apartment had the feel of a woman with good taste and class. Her bedroom door was open. I saw large pillows and satin sheets. She had a small couch and a small kitchen. The house was decorated simple. She had no extra items. A Television and small stereo sat on a small table. She had new art and waterfall on her walls. I liked her already. She had a small book shelf. She had my favorites. Kosinski, Jack London, Stephen King and Robert Schuller. I told her. I like your apartment. She smiled and she told me. I like the simple things. I could be a little tunnel visions with my needs. I like things in their proper place.
I found her cassettes. I requested a Cat Steven tape. She put the cassette in. The good drink made me braver. I reached to her and I requested a dance? She smiled and she told me. Never danced with a Northern boy. Are you Northern boys safe? I brought her into my arms and we slow danced to the calm voice of Cat Steven. I felt her relaxing and feeling safer. I released her and I told her. Dear Dorothy, I’m tired and I would be thankful for blanket and pillow. I ‘m very thankful for her kindness. She held silence and whispered. Thank you Johnnie. We will drink coffee at 9 am and I will take to the Chelsea Hotel tomorrow. She came to me and kissed both my face-cheeks and she went looking for the blankets. She left me wishing for more.
I went to the couch and I was asleep very quickly. She came back and she put the blanket over my tired body. She kissed my forehead and she went to bed.
New York City lights
Central Park
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
A day in New York
I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I found my traveling bag. Took out my toothbrush and razor. I went to the bathroom. I left the door open and she appeared and asked. Are you hungry Soldier? I’m sorry, I awoke you. I was trying to be quiet. I told her. I didn’t hear a peep. I always awake early. The Army life liked the early morning. She smiled. What do you want to see today? I told her I have a list of things I wanted to do. I will bring the list to you at breakfast. She was a beauty. Her glasses lowered and her long reddish brown hair running free. She was wearing thermal pajamas for the coldness of the New York nights. She came to me and gave me a hug. She told me. I needed some company. I was getting lonely.
I looked at my list.
1. Chumbley’s speakeasy
2. Chelsea Hotel
3. Central Park
4. Yankee Stadium
5. Lombardi’s Pizzeria
6. See and walk the Broadway theater district.
7. See and walk Time Square
8. Visit and drink at the Whitehorse Tavern Inn
9. Visit and drink at P.J Clarke’s
10. Visit and drink at the Kettle of fish
I hope I didn’t show a drunker. I wanted to visit the spots where the old and new writers gain reasons to live and write. A lot of taverns and speakeasy on the list. I went to the kitchen. She was listening to the local news. She told me. Not a bad day. Close to 50 degrees. Would be a good day for Central Park? I gave her my list and she gave me the eggs, bacon and pancakes. She poured the coffee and she read the list. She smiled and she told me. A good list. You have the best pizza place and some of the best literature hangouts. You have done your research Johnnie. She sipped her coffee and held silence. Her hazel eyes glowing with excitement. She told me. We will do some of the list. New York city is bigger than people know. The old truck is useless. We will use buses and trains. We can roam to Central Park than to one of the taverns. I believe you will like The Whitehorse Inn. Very old and very cool.
I told her. I’m very thankful for your time. I hope I’m not a bother. I came out of no-where. You gave me your home and good company. She looked sad and told me. My brother came back from the war. Before the war we were very close. We had the great plans to discover the city of New York. He came home and was very violence. The V.A is helping him. I don’t know if he can be okay? I stood up and wrapped my arms around her and I told her. Just be his friend. Have concern for him. Love and kindness is all we can give and we must hope. He will find his way back again. She released me and she told me. Thank you Johnnie. Eat quickly and I will shower and get dressed, then you can shower Johnnie.
I sat alone in her kitchen. I saw on a table. Family pictures. Parent and children smiling. Picture of a boy and girl smiling. The happy days. I knew her sadness. I bury three brothers. It is sad when the family picture bring more sadness than joy. I knew many men and women who were mess-up by war. War is cold. Take the human spirit to the limit and leave emptiness. War didn’t effect me yet. My city of Detroit taught me death young. I was lucky I followed the tanks in war. Few enemies messed with the tanks. 50 cal machine had respect. She appeared in jeans and silk blouse. Her hair still wet and flowing to her shoulders. Her glasses were off. She was a Irish beauty who could steal a man’s heart if she willed. I told her she was the prettier woman I had seen in many years. She laughed and told me. Flattery will get you everywhere. Go take a shower. The day is being wasted.
We took the bus to Central Park. We arrived with a full bus load. First warm day in a while. Everybody was content. The park was filled with people eating lunch, feeding the birds and walking the dogs and kids. A lot of people were jogging and running. Enjoying this day. On the bus ride. Dorthy pointed out her favorite places. Describing each place. I loved the shine in her eyes. She grasped my right hand and held it tightly. She told me, the best pizza for lunch at Lombardi’s Pizzeria for us. Tonight we will roam Time’s square. Today we got lucky. A warm Indian Summer day. Good for us to roam the park. I will show you my favorite places. I like the old bridges and statues. She looked sad and asked. Did I ask what you wanted to see? I kissed her face-cheek and told her. You are my tour guide. I will follow you anywhere.
She laughed at my comment and she said very good. I liked the park. Was a lot of old timers hanging about. The young people were enjoying the day. Having good conversation and drinking coffee. I told Dorothy. I need some coffee and to sit down. I want to enjoy the park and talk with you. She said okay. First some coffee and off to my favorite bridge Gapstow bridge. We bought two triple expressos and wandered the Gapstow bridge. It was a beautiful place. Even with Winter. She told me. This is her favorite place. Quiet and beautiful. I come here to do my writing and find some peace. I told her. A perfect place. Like the city is far way. She looked at me and she asked. Will you visit me again Johnnie? Are we friends? I’m glad to have met you. You helped me with my brother. I didn’t know what to do. I gave her a quick kiss and I told her. I will be at Fort Dix for awhile. If your want. I will come and see you while I’m here. I have no ideal where I will be stationed. Us Soldiers are pay-for and owned. Yes we are friends. You were kind to me. I needed kindness too. She said very good and gave me a warm kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly by the Gapstow bridge.
She took me to her favorite statue. She had many. Her favorite one was Alice in Wonderland. I watched her look at the beautiful statue. She told me. It is sad we must become old in heart and spirit. Would be nice to have our wonderland somewhere. We took a taxi to Lombardi’s Pizzeria. The place was perfect. The smell of pizza surrounded the complete room. They seated us in the back. I felt a hand across my high and tight haircut. A older Italian woman was looking at me and said. Nice haircut. Did you serve in the war son? I told her yes. She got quiet for a second and told me. Thank you for your service. Please allow a old woman to kiss your cheek and buy you a glass of wine. I told her she was welcome to both. She kissed my cheek and walked away. Dorothy smiled and she told me. Did I thank you Johnnie? I do appreciate your company. I told her it was my lucky day to have met her. I was having a great time. A old Italian man appeared. He put two red wine glasses on the table and he gave me a bear hug. He told me. Good to have soldiers here. I told him. Thank you for the wine and the kindness.
He asked how did I find his place? I told him. Everybody know the best pizza in the USA. It is Lombardi’s Pizza. He laughed and he told me. Best pizza for you and the pretty lady. Thank you for stopping in my place. Dorothy sat and watched. I told her. Too much love for me today. I came to find quiet and peace. You saved me from the loneliness dear Dorothy. Thank you. She reached over and took my hands and kissed them and she asked. I need a favor? I told her anything. She asked. Come with me to see my brother? I told her, yes and when?
The Chelsea Hotel
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
The third chapter. I hope you enjoy.
We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the dear Italian woman. She watched us taste the pizza. I told her. The best pizza I have ever tasted. She came to me and tapped my head and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. She told me. You are a good man and soldier. Thank you. Dorothy laughed and she reached over taking my hands. Told me, next stop will be your Chelsea Hotel. Some folks say the hotel is haunted by Joplin? I told her Janet isn’t here no-more. She is hanging with Morrison, Hendrix, Karen Carpenter and Elvis. Harry Chapin, Jim Croce and her are in a good place. Making music for the ages. Nothing left for Janet Joplin here.
Dorothy smiled and she asked me. “Do you believe in God? Heaven or hell? I see a man who believe in what he see and can touch.” I raised her hands up to my lips and kissed them both and I told her. She was right. Heaven or hell? I believe we create it here. We won’t know if the gods are waiting for us till the final road trip. I do believe in karma. I have paid in three-folds for my bad deeds and actions. I walk a polite walk now. Two dead brother taught me. Negative words and actions leaved you swimming in wishes you were kinder and a better human being.
She sat in silence for a few minutes and she told me. All of us walk on a silken thread. We will make mistakes and know many pitfalls. Love is a treacherous edge to be on. It will make us dance in joy and cry in great sorrow. I don’t believe you had anything to do with your brothers deaths. They just you with the sorrow of losing someone you loved.This is why I need you Johnnie. I’m scared. My brother won’t talk to me. I need you to make me stronger so I can face him. I told her. I will do what I can.
We left the Lombardi’s Pizza place and Dorothy flagged down a Taxi. We got in and she told him the Chelsea Hotel please. The taxi driver was a old timer with a Insignia of the Marine corp on his big arm. He turned and looked at at my high and tight haircut and said. You ain’t no Marine. Did you serve in the war? I told him yes. He reached over his big right hand and shook my hand. He told me. Old Marine honored to have a Army man in my taxi. I told him. Glad to meet you Marine. He smiled and he told me. I’m glad you are home safe and sound, son. I thanks him.
He open up his glove box and he showed me his purple heart. He told me. I served in the Vietnam war. War isn’t no good. I agree with him. He got quiet and drove. He still maintain his Marine haircut and spoke to people with respect. We arrived near the Chelsea Hotel. He turned to me and he told me. I hope your wars are done. I’m tire of fighting wars. I want all our boy to come home safe and sound. He reached his right hand to me and he told me. Have some fun and be safe. I thanks him as he drove away. He gave me a half-salute and the taxi faded into the New York city traffic.
Me and Dorothy looked at the Chelsea Hotel. The hotel looked ghostly even with being very active. Her structure maintain a old fashion look. I wondered did Cohen and Joplin see the same place? I crossed the street with Dorothy following. I touched the hotel walls. She laughed at me and she asked. You are not going inside? I told her. No. I wanted a coffee shop or tavern near by. She pointed at a Deli/Coffee shop nearby. We went to the place and we ordered two triple espressos. I asked her. Dear Dorothy. You know my internal secrets and my sad story. Please tell me some stories of your life too? She smiled and she told me. Very little to tell. I was raised outside Boston. Good schools, good grades and I went to Boston University. I did have some fun. College life was fun and easy. I had good friends, danced and celebrated being alive.Then real life took over. I came to New York five years ago. Good money, few friends and I’m trying to write. I told her. You are young. You have time to travel,test life and have some fun. You can’t take the money to the grave with you. She smiled and asked me.
You joined a war to escape? Not all people are fearless Johnnie. Some of us are locked-in. I reached over and I whispered in her ear. The quiet and the tamed are just hiding their fire. Just waiting for the excuse to leave their secure life. A captive life just need a escape route. She gave me a quick kiss and she asked. Do you see a woman ready to devour life and runaway to unknown destinations. I can’t dear Johnnie. I have heavy burden here.
Me and Dorothy are holding hands. We are looking at the Chelsea Hotel. I wondered did Leonard Cohen think of this place. Maybe just one of many deep memories and places implanted in his song.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Oh I love this story! Brought tears to my eyes, truly, touched me deeply.
John, thank you for all the ❤️ you have showered my poems with. May the Lord bless you always.
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Thank you for reading. A true story. Life is fair. We fall into the right place. All of us need the kindness of mercy.
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Fantastic story, captivating from beginning to end. Thank you for sharing!
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You are welcome B. A true story. I believe we are where we suppose to be. Mercy need mercy. Kindness, we need more of and thank you for reading and the comment.
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Link John and thanks
Juan
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Thank you my friend.
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It’s been a while since I’ve read your posts John. I enjoy this one for the direct and heartfelt tone, plus your attitude on war and life. Kudos.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment.
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A happy new year John!
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heartbreaking Johnnie and you know I resonate with you here. You have a plethora of stories rich and beautiful with honest accounts. 💗
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Hello dear Cindy. After my second brother committed suicide 1989. I left my home and I roamed with the Army for many years. I learn we must give mercy to people in need. It healed us. One day, I will return to New York City. And I will write a book. Thank you dear Cindy for reading and the comment.
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Hi Dear Johnnie .. I remember reading that. You have had a lot of hard knocks and a lot of beauty. Also, wonderful material to put in a book everyone would love! 💞
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Hello dear Cindy and I am still learning. We know. Life is always teaching us. Good evening from Michigan.
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It certainly is true my friend! 💞
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New York can be an enchanting city. I loved your story; you get to learn about New York and the writing style is professional. It’s well constructed. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. New York city. Always alive and something to do.
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It seems we have a lot in common. I’ve had profound loss (my husband and only child) and I was in the Army stationed in Germany. I enjoyed reading your stories.
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I was station in Germany 1976-1980. Was my best days of youth. With time. The things we adored and the people we love. Leave us. Still brake our hearts. I hope you are enjoying the days of Summer. A good Summer in Michigan. Many beach days for the grandchildren.
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I was in the military from 1976 to 1980…in Germany from 1976-1979. I haven’t explored much of Michigan…it’s on my list.
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Michigan is beautiful in the Summer. The Great Lakes are wonderful. You would love.
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Ok. My mind is crazy-ass blown. You are a BRILLIANT writer. This is amazing. I’m in a hurry and don’t often stop to read really long posts. But…GOD. I got roped in. Haven’t read the whole thing but I am bookmarking this because I want to read the rest. Lord. Just may do it now. I have no idea if this is fact, as You were a soldier, or fiction laced with fact….it doesn’t even matter. I hope You know how gifted You are. I hope someone has had the good sense to publish You if that is Your desire. Lord knows, if I had money I’d reach out. ANYWAY…THANK YOU! WOW! Cheers, Thank You for Your service, and ROCK ON!!! 💕
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Hello John, this is Charly Priest (if you can remember me) but with a new account. Glad to be back to the wordpress community and this post brought back similar but at the same time different memories. My army days and deployed, the watering holes that became my home, New York city!!! I was there when 9/11 happened that is why I joined the Spanish army, the Legion since i was there with a student visa and after seeing kids like me, 17 years old say no to their scholarships (like I had) and joining most of them the U.S Marines, I went back to Spain and joined the Spanish Legion since it was more likely to be deployed and we did. Anyways good and bad memories, but they are our memories, part of our life and this reminded me the good memories since I choose to remember them and leave the the very bad ones out as much as I can.
Nice to be readind you again.
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Hello Charly Priest. I remember you, my friend.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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Thank you my friend.
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I cried. There are few books that have made me cry. “All quiet on the western front” was the first. Your thoughts are powerful. I await the next chapter with great anticipation. Thank you Johnny!
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The story is done. I believe you can connect them. Usually underneath. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I will look for the connection. 😊
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Grande spessore del racconto che scorre lieve e profonda empatia per i reduci di tutte le guerre. La tenerezza di una donna.
Chapeau🌈
Se posso chiedere : è autobiografico?
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A true story. I was lucky. I was station in good places when I was in the army. Thank you for reading and the wonderful comment.
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In 1983 I graduated in philosophy at NY City College. I’m italian.
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You are lucky. New York was always alive and moving. A good place to live.
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Great writter, thank you for sharing this post. Love it.
Kisses
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Thank you dear Anita.
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You write like magic, that was so beautiful, deep and meaningful, the kind that has substance and life.
‘The quiet and the tamed are just hiding their fire.’ but fear blankets those embers..
Thank you for this piece. ❤
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Thank you dear Rafia for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Hi John, how are you? How lovely
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Thank you dear Saania for reading and the comment. I am doing well and I hope you are enjoying the days of Summer.
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“I believed I was seeking a good death.” Wow! What a powerful and painful line.
I read the entire piece and it is touching, a heartfelt write. I am glad for kindness and friendship Johnnie received. You have a gift. I imagine the experience was wonderful.
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It was dear Tammy. I do believe we meet people for a reason. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I’ll read this (in entirety) and get back to you, but I am drunk now… so there, my good great friend
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Beautiful writing and I’d love to see that Alice In Wonderland statue 🥰
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Many hidden jewels in New York city. You need a lot of time and a good tour guide. I would love the music and the entertainment in the old city. Thank you dear Sharon for reading and the kind words.
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Same here in London however I was born in Edinburgh and there’s so many incredible nuggets to explore there! Goodness, I must write about Mary King’s Close… You’ve inspired me today through this John, thank you 😊
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I look forward to reading. I went to London often a long time ago and I read at Hyde Park a few times. I love roaming the old cities. London was amazing. My favorite cities were Florence, Basel and London. Easy to roam. Hello from Michigan.
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Hello from south London!! Wow you read at Hyde Park? That’s amazing John! I love all the parks and green spaces here, and the canal walks up in Camden 😀
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I was young. There were few people there. The kind old ladies and young kids. Was one of my 20 goals to do when I was station in Germany for three years.
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Such a beautiful story…..I read in one of the comments that this is from your journal in 92/93….it’s like a movie scene…..I can feel all the emotions and imagine a vivid scene because you narrate things so well John….I know it’s more about the effects of war….but I loved the romance and side bits that felt like flowers in full bloom amidst all that….
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Thank you dear Ruelha. Some people are not effected by war and some people cannot forget. I wasn’t effected till my good friends were killed in the new wars. I tell people. If you don’t attempt to stop war. War will find your door step. It found my doorstep.
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I really need to return and read more of your stories… they are really good.
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Thank you my friend. New York city lights and the Poet’s love. I believe. My best stories. Next week. I will start deep edit. Need to publish a book of stories and a poem book.
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I look forward to that.
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I’m getting sucked in more than I should. I found myself wanting to rearrange some sentences, and strip it down more, like Hemingway. Just the basics.
I rarely say this because most writing isn’t good enough. I think yours is.
Keep going!
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Thank you. I appreciate the comment. I know I need to edit. I retired in August and in October. Time to edit and get some work published.
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I appreciate your writing. Go for it
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Congratulations on bringing the reader into your space for a time.
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Thank you June. I appreciate the kind words.
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This is quite good. You made the most of all those fleeting moments in the Big Apple. The narrative is well paced and immersive. Just love it. I too have had my lists of things to do and see in NYC. I created a graphic novel in tribute to New York. I’d be glad to send you a copy. It’s part of a collection, A Night at the Sorrento and Other Stories, available on Amazon. I’m about to bring out a few more books into the world this year. If you’re already a grandfather then you must be young grandfather..and a wise one.
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Thank you Henry for reading and the comment. I loved my time in New York. I would love to real the book. I am a grandfather and I enjoy my time with the three boys.
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That’s a beautiful story to read. Thanks for stopping by on my blog.
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Thank you for reading my story and I enjoyed your work. You are welcome.
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Thank you ☺️☺️
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Wonderful. Where were you before the Iraq you left in 1992? I was an Army Brat in Frankfurt, Germany. 1989-1991. I had many friends sent there.
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I was prior service. I rejoined in January 1991. I lived in Michigan and I still do. Old New York city was wonderful.
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Excellent.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment.
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Hello John, its Gregory
How have you been?
I just wanted to let you know that my science fiction Chronologue is finally available on amazon!
Let me know if you wanted a link 😀
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Please send me the link.
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😀 Chronologue is a science fiction based in the future of America in the year 2257 AD, and its about AI and robots trying to take over the world and turn people into machines.
The premise is that in the future, since the machines feel that if robots are ‘smarter than people’ than people should just do what robots tell them to do.
There is cloning on both human and android sides, all of the other countries have to try and stop the insane Avalon Republic machines from taking over humanity
https://www.amazon.com/Chronologue-Gregory-Thomas/dp/0578548615/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=Chronologue&qid=1568164623&s=gateway&sr=8-4
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I wanted to thank you for your continued support over all these years! You were there when I first made the blog about 7 or 8 or so years ago! Do you remember that bud? :O
Back in 2012
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I am fine and I hope you are doing well.
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I am doing VERY WELL! I finally published my very own book!
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This is wonderful. Our goal and dream. Our words in print.
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Yes, blood sweat and tears align all across the ink of each typeface. 😉 Every single letter is a sound, and every single sentence is inspiration found.
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Thank you Gregory. I appreciate the review. You are very kind.
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Anytime! I think you achieved the dream of being a writer and author way before me though 🙂 I’m sure one day I will be able to even sign a copy of whatever books you buy 😉
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I hope so, next year, I will self-publish. I need time and money.
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One thing you and everybody that’s a writer should remember is to buy your own ISBN. DON’T use a free isbn or barcode. America only recognizes Bowker as the official isbn provider. If you use some other sites’ or a “free one” there’s a chance that they can own some rights to your book.
Also be aware that the age of books being perfect without grammer errors is dying and will only get worse over the years. Most books are by indies like us. 😉
Take them all away, and Walmart becomes empty—-There were times where I looked at a GIANT 1,900 paged book, with an interesting vibrant cover, turned the back over, and sat it right back down on the bookself (cuz the book’s too damn big, >_< too much reading)
But I eagerly picked up a book with just 210 pages, and read it even if the cover kinda looks cheap–because it's an easy read. 😉
Don't get discouraged if your proofreader either tries to tell you your book still has errors (even if you already proofread it) tell them no, I don't want another proofread.
You could pay over 1,800 dollars for a proofread, just for the interior editor to tell you its still not good, they can do it for another 3,000 <—- no, tell them no, its just too much money, this is now becoming a 5,000 dollar project.
–editors and proofreaders are persistant, and can be troublesome. IF they aren't meeting deadlines, or if they are taking over a week or even just two to four days to respond, tell them that if you don't see some edits by 'insert your date of choice here' you may consider a refund, if the devs can't provide one, you might need to inform them that you may consider legal action.
Remember your money is just as important as all of the other clients they have, those type of companies force editors to cram loads of requests in order to meet a quota, but that has nothing to do with you. 😉
With that, I recommend an editor go freelance, that way they can set their prices and also the number of requests they wish to have at a time. This makes things easier for them.
By law, an editor has to provide a service that you are satisfied with, else they need to work at it to get it right, regardless if your in the middle of payments, already paid, ect. screenshot and snippet tool EVERYTHING in your communications with the editor as proof.
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I know I said a giant mouthful, but I totally felt it in my heart to say this to everybody. Hopefully this helps you, as book making can be very stressful, hell it made me feel severely depressed to the point I didn't even want to even read my own righting anymore, it was just the 1# stressor in my life. God is good in where I totally know none of these things would be possible without him paving the way.
-from Gregory Thomas
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Thank you for the advice and I agree. Big books scare readers away. 200 pages, more tempting for the reader.
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P.S. This website for those ISBNs https://www.myidentifiers.com/get-your-isbn-now
^But ALWAYS do your reaserch, even on bowker, as sites change the way they do things all the time, feel free to message, email me if you have any questions, i’m always online. 🙂
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Thank you. I have three books to finish. I need to find a proper ending. Then I will deep edit and I do appreciate the help. I believe “the Poet’s love” is my best. I was trying to keep Susan Castillo Chavez memory alive. A poet killed in mexico for standing for the murdered girls on the Mexican border.
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That sounds horrible 😦
Dont wait to make book, something tells me in these times in America, it will be very popular 😉
Also, books are naturally huge now adays, especially if they are fiction.
A good large book acceptable for reading would be 500 pages.
Sometimes you dont want them too small, because tthen they might dismiss the book as a simple novelty.
300 to 400 pages are perfect for fiction epics l
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I enjoyed your lovely post, and it brought me back to the city I love, New York! ♥️
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Thank you Tamara for reading. I love the night life of New York.
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An intriguing story! I have never been to New York and found myself wanting to visit. What I like about the story is that gets you involved with the main characters while also stirring curiosity about those others mentioned who at the moment are in the background. Great writing!
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New York, a city of mystery and great history. So much to see and to do. You would enjoy.
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I think it would be wonderful to visit some day and really hope to make it.
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Hey John,
i loved your post, i thought you might want to check my latest post as well… I sent a small shoutout to you for being one of my inspirations for the past 4 years of blogging !!
I’d be glad if you checked it out 🙂
thanks!
happy blogging xx
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Thank you Saraa. I will check out now.
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Loved the New York City lights post. It’s so honest and warm. It’s easy to see it comes from the heart. Thank you for sharing your life.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment. New York city was kind to me.
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“The quiet and the tamed are just hiding their fire. Just waiting for the excuse to leave their secure life. A captive life just need a escape route.” This is exactly right, your stories are amazing, genius thoughts that capture the details, graciously captured moments.
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Thank you Judy. I appreciate your kind words.
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Great post: thanks for sharing!!
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Hello John Coyote, my good friend. How have you been buddy! 🙂
I have decided to make a post that will feature a link leading to your wordpress blog.
Is this alright?
Hopefully others from my angle will get a chance to read your blog as well.
Thank you for being a supporter of my blog
-from Gregory Thomas
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Thank you and I will check out your wok now.
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This was Beat Brilliant!
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Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate them.
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Awesome post.Thanks for sharing
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Thank you Tom for reading and the comment. I appreciate.
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You penned it so beautifully. Your experiences are interesting to read 🙂
Note : I would like to tell that I have nominated you for Liebster Award. Please visit my blog & check it.
Hope you enjoy answering my questions .Thank you ❤
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate and I will check out your site now.
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Welcome. Will wait for your answers 🙂
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As someone who’s been a New Yorker most of his life, I have to say that this story has made me appreciate it on a whole other level. I am also someone who is obsessed with writing styles, and I loved how the characters in the story sound so authentic and believable. I liked how there was the dialogue between the characters, the protagonist and the Boston girl, and in the end, the dialogue transitioned into straight prose which kind of reminded me of Junot Díaz’s writing style. Usually, that’s hard to do without getting lost, but how you did it, it was easy to follow. Great work! Are you planning to make this into a book or is this for story purposes for your blog? It doesn’t matter either way, it’s amazing!
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It will be part of a book. It is non-fiction. Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment.
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I can’t wait to read it one day! And I appreciate you for writing.
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It is an inspiring post! You have an awesome site. I hope you will visit my travel blog: https://my-anasa.com/
Thank you!
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Thank you Anasa. I will visit your site now.
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Thanks for sharing your journey…so enlightening and a reminder of how blessed we are to be able to put our feet down and touch the ground…Thanks so much Johncoyote…
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Thank you Tolbert. I appreciate your comment.
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That was a curious read. I am planning a trip to NY, but it never even occurred to me to look up Chelsea Hotel or Lombardi’s Pizzeria, thanks for the tips.
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If they are still there. I went to New York city in 1992. I was told was different. New York city. A ton of things to do. I never returned after I left her. Maybe, one day, I can.
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Oh, really. They will certainly be very foolish to eliminate or change drastically such NY sights because they have such an immense historical value. Anyway, I am enjoying your blog!
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Thank you Diana. Good to travel and test life. Maybe soon, I can roam again.
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I really enjoy the flow of your story!
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Thank you my friend. A true story. War steal from everyone.
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Yes, I am sure it does!
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Happy Weekend ❤
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Thank you and I wish you the same. Have fun and be safe.
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Thank you JohnCoyote, for visiting my blog and liking so many of posts. I am much honoured and delighted. I too went through many of your posts. You are a prolific writer I would say. I immensely enjoyed your posts. All the best!
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Thank you Ashok. I enjoyed your work today also.
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Hi John! I have nominated you for The Mystery Blogger Award on this post xx https://holisticlifebykate.com/2018/07/27/nomination-for-the-mystery-blogger-award-2018/
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Thank you Kate. I appreciate the nomination.
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i absolutely love the way you write!!! i have nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award. read my post if you’d like to know more: https://leaveoutthelabel.com/2018/07/10/mystery-blogger-award/
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Thank you Atifa. I appreciate the nomination.
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Very informative blog, I always love to share your knowledge.
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What a meticulous and solemn sweet beauty your writing is, quiet descriptive, the words as energies entering and involving the reader bring her right inside your soul an open and honest storyteller poet. I love your style
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Thank you. You are very kind. New York city lights is a true story. I was saved and I try to help. We need people who understand our place and our pain.
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Congratulations, dear friend! Your posts inspired me to nominee you for the Mystery Blogger Award! 🙂 https://paymansperspective.wordpress.com/2018/03/23/first-mystery-blogger-award-nomination/
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Thank you for the nomination. I appreciate.
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Much deserved!
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I really enjoyed reading this post. I love your descriptive style. I can see the beautiful Dorothy in my minds eye and its almost like being there. You’re an amazing writer 🙂
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Thank you. A true story. I appreciate the kindness.
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I thought it was. You’re welcome ❤️
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I am working my way through these stories and enjoy them very, very much. I just wanted to thank you especially for memories of the Chelsea Hotel, where we stayed several times back in the 1980s, when we were living in New Orleans and would take the Amtrack from Union Station to Penn Station overnight. Stanley Bard was still the manager in those days and, since we were running a small hotel in NOLA at the time, he met with us and we got along fine. Anyway, your stories brought back our many travels to NYC.
BTW, we are compiling a list of favorite blogs to put on our site for visitors to find blogs we like. Would it be OK to include yours? If not, that’s fine, too. Cheers!
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I loved New York. You have many great memories. I would be honor to be added. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Thanks. The page will appear in a day or so.
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Please remind me and I look forward to reading. You are welcome.
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Hey! I nominated you for The Mystery Blogger Award! Here’s the link 🙂 https://tejasvikashyap.wordpress.com/2018/01/28/the-mystery-blogger-award-2/
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Thank you Minnie. I appreciate the nomination.
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Keep Writing.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Thank you for stopping my blogs as well. It is also appreciated.
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You are welcome. I will return later. A work day today.
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Wonderful novel so far 👍 Nice reading about places I’ve been to but the background of joining the war as a noble way to die and learning that life is Good was such an interesting touch 😮
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The story is finished. The coming year. My goal. A book of short stories and a book of poetry. This is real life also. Thank you Aixa for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I really enjoyed this. Felt so Kerouac at times (this is a huge compliment coming from me), almost felt nostalgic, a strange blues in my mind while reading this. It took me a while, it was quite long, but I just let it in the computer while I roamed the words. Felt so good, keep writing man.
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Thank you Andres. I appreciate the comment. It is funny how people fall together. Me and Dorthy needed each other at this time.
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Reblogged this on Premium Content Generator.
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Hi there. I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. https://wordpress.com/post/bajezen.blog/3319
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Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate.
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Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate.
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Love this!
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Thank you M. for reading and the comment. A long one.
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Yes, it was a long one. Kept me busy on a somewhat boring night. Thank you for that! 😉
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I do appreciate.
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Great read ! Thank you !!
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Thank you Sam. I appreciate the comment.
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Wow, John. I just spent the last 3 days traveling to Deborah Hospital…past Fort Dix!! And my Dad was telling me stories about when he was there…stories I had never heard before. I see you were reading from my Oddysey series…a painful time and yet I am in such a place of forgiveness. I just find the serendipity a beautiful thing. And I loved in your story when you talked about your journals that you said you write in them to release pain…anger…and joy (am I correct?) because it struck a chord with me!!
Blessings
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Thank you Lorrie. I appreciate your comments.
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Your story is very moving and intriguing, a delicate story of hope and warmth in a word full of darkness, and so well written. I loved it!!
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Thank you N. I appreciate the comment.
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Thank you for sharing this.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I nominated you for the Mystery Bloggers Award! See this link for details: http://okotoenigmasblog.com/my-greatest-creation-yet/
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Thank you for the nomination. I will take a look at it now.
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You’re welcome! The 5 Questions are on my blog post about it on Artistes et les Humains
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Beautifully written. I’ll have to return to read some more. Forgive me for being a bit bold but I did notice a few typos here and there. If you’d ever like some editorial help, please let me know. Reading this makes me want to write again. Maybe one day I will!
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I hope you write again. I do need a editor. Maybe this year. I will seek a editor and self-publish. Thank you Emilio for reading and the comment.
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Your writing is pretty excellent.
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Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appeciate
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And cheers for following my blog. Feel free to comment.
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Beautiful! Thank you Mr. Coyote 😊
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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What a touching story, and it is yours!
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Yes it it. I came back from the war. I had no orders and I got lucky. Three months on the East Coast at Fort Dix, N.J. I believe all things happen for a reason.
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I 100% agree that all things happen for a reason. No coincidence there.
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Beautiful story John…
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Thank you Anisha for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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This is your own story, John?
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Yes it is. A old story. After I returned from the war. I spend three months in New Jersy. New York city. A wonderful city.
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Okay. Excited to read it. Will read it full soon. 🙂
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Thank you Ananya.
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Hi J, I popped in after you visited me to have a quick read. I started and read through the first paragraph and I am very intrigued. I will come back tonight with my tablet and really read through. This sounds pretty interesting.
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A old and true story. I appreciate your reading my work. The story need a proper edit one day.
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It might be best to vary the pronoun used in this piece otherwise it just reads like I, I, I. Also try to steer away from listing things that happened chronologically otherwise it comes over like a shopping list. Try to throw in some sensory impressions every now again – the reader loves to know what things smell, taste, sound, feel and look like because it enables them to locate themselves in the scenes more effectively and it brings the piece alive. Also look out for strong images that you can include into your writing – anything that can stand out with photographic precision. Metaphors and similes work will in this respect. Aside from that – nice piece – well done.
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Thank you for the help and the advice. I will edit ASAP. This was a free-flow write from a memory.
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You’re welcome, John – hope your writing helps you to achieve your goals in life.
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I have always loved writing and reading. I believe people who read and seek knowledge. Can see the world with better vision.
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Only started writing in 2013.
Believe it depends on what you read as to whether you end up with a better vision or worse. Either way, reading and writing affects us profoundly.
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You definitely should not read my blog if you want to improve yourself. Sincerely.
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This was a wonderful story. I found myself wanting each next part… And this is not meant as a criticism! I can tell that you are not a native English speaker, and still, this was so compelling that this would be a wonderful short story. I hope you have explored that avenue for yourself… You deserve it. Very well done.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate the honest comment. Later I will create a short story. I need a editor and more details of the city and the people.
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I enjoyed reading this, thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading. I appreciate your time and your comment.
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You can really write. I am glad you made yourself known to me by visiting my blog. A pleasure meeting you.
Inigo
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Un caro augurio di Buon Anno 🙂
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Thank you dear Simona.
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This is one awesome blog post.Really thank you! Want more.
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This was a sweet story. Two people meeting and searching. I have always wanted to go to New York.
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New York is like the old cities in Europe. Feel of old ways and old ghosts. I believe people find each other sometimes to help. Maybe destiny or luck?
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I would like to believe that, It’s romantic. I would love to see the old cities of Europe as well as New York. The past fascinates me. It’s funny you mentioned ghosts, because I believe the spirits remain in a way.
Have you read any Thomas Wolfe?
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Yes I have. A great writer.
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He is my favorite.You mentioned London in one of your pieces. I also like London very much.
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I had a Scottish girlfriend a long time ago. London was our city. Very friendly large city.
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You are making me wanting to jump on a plane. London, what a place. Real fish and chips. That sounds so good. So much history. Scotland would be great too. Would love to see the Highlands.
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They have a good music scene as well.
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I agree. Once. Best place for the writer, musician and artist.
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The have history, and musical history. I like history and music.
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You are definitely a writer. And a good one. Keep going!
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Thank you Jadi. I appreciate the comment.
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Great Blog ! 🙂
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Thank you Sarah. I appreciate the comment.
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You writing style is so beautiful!
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Thank you Patrisya. I appreciate the comment.
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Thank you
for sharing New York
with me
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I was only there once
in February 1990
for 1 week
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your writing
provides
so much reflection
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I agree my friend. New York city. A special city. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Beautiful. Love how it flows smoothly!
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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You can visit my site too, if you would like to 🙂
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I try. For some reason. I can’t get to your site.
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Try again, here’s the link: https://theboxinthemind.wordpress.com
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Amazing Stories
thanks for sharing stories, I enjoyed reading this
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Thank you Putri. I appreciate the comment.
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Hi,
I enjoy reading your blog.
I’ve nominated you for the ‘Three Days Three Quotes Challenge’. If you wish to accept, the rules are in the link.
https://revolutionofworld9.wordpress.com/2016/10/04/three-days-three-quotes-challenge-day-1/
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Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate and thank you for reading.
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🙂
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Love. Thankyou for sharing.
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I appreciate the comment and thank you for reading.
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This is wonderful.. enjoyed it a lot, seems you are walking to the beat of the great beats… It’s been a while since we crossed paths…
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I was glad to have found your work today and I hope you are doing well.
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I am.. .I still remember when I started blogging, your work was one of the first I found…
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The internet. Allowed us from the four corners of our world to connect. I need writing myself. I feel I’m trying to be part of this world. We must keep writing to maybe, help change our world.
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What else can we do…?
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Like John Dryden once said. The pen can have great power. Write the truth.
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I’ve enjoyed your story, John. It’s nice and brings good vibes. I will surely read more by you on this blog. Best wishes.
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Thank you for reading and I appreciate the comment. Real life make the best story. Writers must write from what they know.
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Wow. I sit and marvel at what I just read. It strikes a chord with me and touches something deep inside. And Leonard Cohen gets a mention too.
May I be so bold and recommend anything by Willy Vlautin. I think you will like what he writes.
Stay safe
Bernd
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I will look him up and thank you for reading and the recommendation.
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You’re an amazing writer 🙂 This was soo beautiful ❤
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Thank you Deboleena. I appreciate the comment.
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Your welcome and am glad you do 😊😊
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I loved this story, such a wonderful read. You are a really good writer.
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Thank you. I appreciate the kind words.
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Thank you for the reblogged. I do appreciate.
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You are welcome!
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I want to read the next part, did you meet her brother ? Loving this 🙂
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The chapter was posted. He did and thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you, I found the rest of the story, is this fiction or actual fact? Is this your story …… your life?
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A part of my story. I was prior service when I re-enlisted in 1991. After the war ended I was a soldier without a place to go. I enjoyed my three months at Fort Dix. This is true. Maybe less or worth in some places. I believe our women pay with sadness for the soldiers.
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Truly amazing stories its like another world …. its such a different style of writing. Did you get anything published
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I will self-publish next year. I will do a book like Jack London “When Gods laugh”. Short stories and maybe a poetry book.
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Great, I am sure it will be a great success, I for one will definitely buy a copy 🙂
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Thank you . You are very kind.
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No, just honest. 🙂🙃
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You are welcome! ♥️ It is a reblog, so you might check the original author’s blog for more of this content.
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I have nominated you for The Liebster Award. https://livingastanya.wordpress.com/2016/06/12/the-liebster-award/
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Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate. I will come back to later. Working for four days.
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good job 🙂
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Thank you. I appreciate the positive comment.
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John, thank you so much for checking out my post “For We Wrestle Not Against Flesh and Blood But Against Memetics and Mind Viruses” and for following my blog. it means the world to me! Great poetry, by the way! I look forward to connecting with you!
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I did enjoy your work. You are a outstanding teller of tale. Good to have met you.
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fantastic post John.
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Thank you Sharmishtra for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Hey! You are amazing!!!
B’fully written, loved it…
Its very very thought provoking…
Thank you so very much for visiting my blog!!!
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Thank you Apeksha. I appreciate the comment and I enjoyed your blog.
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Welcome!!! Please stay in touch… 🙂
I’m happy to know that you enjoyed!
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Just lovely. I really enjoyed reading and will come back for more. .
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Thank you for reading. I finally finish this story this month. Thank you for reading and the comemnt. I do appreciate.
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John,
don’t reach out to many on here but you’ve really got some fantastic writing in these pages.hit my heart about a few chords maybe more. exactly what 21st century writing should be – plain, honest, good. style reminds me of the old Beat novels…don’t listen to any folk telling you to get an editor. I mean, if you prefer such, then go on ahead – but the way you write brought me back to Kerouac for a second. I can tell you got a great big heart inside, you gotta feel pain like others don’t. But it’s beautiful – really, the writing, and I’ll open up that next chapter just about as soon as I see it.
count me in as one who would purchase this, bound and ready, when it’s all done and finished.
/m.l.
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plain as in plain-spoken…stream-of-consciousness with normal dialect
don’t want to have that part misconstrued. complex writing in condensed form. beautiful. how we think and feel on paper, page.
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Thank you. I do appreciate the kind words. When I create a book of stories. I will edit for flow of the stories. Your comment is appreciated.
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And believe me I can relate to that, except I wasn´ t in New York.
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Old soldiers have many tales my friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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They sure have, and thank you for writing that
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You are welcome my friend.
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Hi John – You’re a good story teller, and you obviously have a store of experiences and memories to pull from, as well as a deeply felt love for the world around you. Keep going! Brushing up on your grammar and such would be a good idea, or get a good editor, because you are worth it. And thanks for the follow!
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Thank you for reading and I do need a good editor.
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Well written John! It’s a thoughtful piece. Look forward to being friends with you. 🙂
P.S. – Hugs for appreciating my blog!
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Thank you for reading and i hope to read more of your work.
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There are a number of typos in what I just sent to you. I’m sorry. I’m a bit drunk. I just want you to get the respect that you deserve. Yes? Please understand that English is my second language, and sometimes I get a bit confused with grammar, but please add that letter “n” to the title of your blog! Much love, Russell
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It is alright. I write in the midnight hours with a good drink as company. My best words written in taverns. We are here to read and I appeciate your comments.
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Dear friend! Thank you for taking a look at my blog! Please, I must offer you a word of advise. Change the title of your bold with one letter. It should not be “A old…” it should be “An old…” This one letter is very important. You want to look “literate,” yes? Please do this. Change “A” to “An old…” I offer this advice from a long line of writer. My father was a journalist. My grandfather and great-grandfather were so. This one letter “n” will make a BIG difference! I know it may sound silly, but the world turns around such tiny points.
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This was an exceptional well written piece John. Thank you for sharing your experience. You have an amazing gift.
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Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.
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This one made mr cry, John. Beautiful writing beautifully expressed, You are making good use of your gift x
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This is a real story. Funny how people fall together and help each other. I will write the last chapter on Friday. Thnk you for reading and the comment.
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Thanks your response
-great work
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate the comment.
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your certainly welcome
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Interesting and well written post, John.
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Based on the truth. The Army life allowed you to see new places and make friendships. Good place to learn to understand life. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Hey,
I have nominated you for The Liebster Award, one of several community awards fluttering around WordPress. The rules can be found on my entry here:
https://intrepidmuses.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/liebter-award/
I hope you will enjoy this challenge!
Caleb
P.S. If you feel that an “award post” will break continuity with your post feel free to just respond to the questions…have some fun!
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Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate.
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I like your writing style a lot! Seems like an influx of memories just pouring through your words.
War… I don’t know. I’ve fortunately never experienced it. The only impact it has had on my life is through stories and history lessons. I wish it would never happen, but maybe I’m just naive. The world is strung up on money and petty desire.
You paint a very realism-like image and it truly was a delightful read.
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Thank you Yesenia. No winners in war. Only leftover men and women, homeless people and amazing cities destroyed.
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Is this a story or real life? It’s a beautiful story nonetheless. I have always harbored a deep affection for veterans…of any war.
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It is true. I’m writing from notes in a journal written in 1992-1993. I believe we find people for reasons. Sort of angels in a sense. I was saved often myself. We need kind people to lead us to the right places. Thank you Laurel Wolfe for reading and the comment.
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I’ll have to keep reading. I’d like to know how you and your angel fared. If you find any other angels, send them my way, will you?
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They come when we are desperate.
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I used to believe in angels but I’m not sure I do anymore….I sure do believe in the dark ones. They’re the only ones who seem to visit me. Paying for sins, I guess.
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When I’m at my worst. In dreams. My dear Ojibwa Grandmother caresses my forehead and sing Ojibwa chants. We can be angels too. Kind words and offered of friendship.
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I believe I was sent by the angels once to help an elderly couple. No fanfare….just showed up at the right place at the right time. 🙂
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This is what angels do. We help the people near. To save one soul at a time. This is all we can do.
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Hey Johncoyote, long time no see! 🙂 How have you been, I hope you had a great christmas and happy new years! Say, are you still looking for an illustrator? You know, I can draw and paint a little bit, perhaps we could work together, let me know.
-from your friend, Gregory Thomas
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I would like this. I’m okay. I worked the complete holiday. But kids had a good time. This is what matters anyway. I hope you enjoyed the holidays. I wish you a great new year filled with happiness and success,
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Cool, I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. I’m currently in school and working as well, but whenever you wish to touch bases on that illustration, I’m open at any time. 🙂
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I want to self-publish a short story book and a poetry book. In the coming months I will be prepared to do. You are very kind to offer. Your work is amazing.
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Thanks johncoyote 🙂 I’ll be here if you need me.
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Hi John. Nice Story. Thank you for liking my poem Voices! Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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You are welcome and I appreciate your comment.
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I really enjoy this John, thank you for sharing this experience.
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Thank you for reading. One of the stories I must finish.
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I hope you do, looking forward to that.
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Thank you Heartafire.
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War is a terrible evil. I wish we could have a war-free world.
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I Never knew how war affected the soldiers untill I saw the Movie “The Lucky One”…….Respect to the soldiers who put their complete soul, spirit and body at stake for their country…. I minutely enjoyed this…. Wanting to read more on this…. Something I havent read anywer about… Pretty inquisitive u see!!!
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War effects all of us differently. My Grandmother who wasn’t a soldier. Was brought to tears remembering Nepheres lost to WW2. Thank you for reading the story. Two more chapters will be written today.
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Wow then, m waiting
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Thank you.
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This is wonderfully written, beautiful really.
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How beautiful this series John. I wish people would understand how hard war is on everyone. I loved this piece but particularly your statement “War was very kind. Taught me life is better than death”
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For some of us. War taught me. Life was worthwhile. But can backfire too. Thank you Geetha for reading and the comment.
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Welcome. I personally believe that if people put as much energy in living and building as they put in attempting to die/killing and destroying they might really surprise themselves with their own powers
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President Clinton send soldiers on water, food and medicine missions. He open the door to new friendship. Need good leaders to open the door to peace.
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We do need leaders for peace rather than leaders for war but the people do not speak from Love, they speak from Fear so their leaders are chosen through that vein
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I agree.
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