Memories, Music, and a Muse

As I drove to Afton Press this April morning, my mind occupied with writing new sentences, suddenly I took a mental detour. The Jazz radio station, 89.3, caught my ear and attention and pulled me out of my writing ruminations. The slide guitar…yes, I heard that instrument in the jazz...

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October Blues

By Georgia Finnegan

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! - Humbert Wolfe. My October blues push me to go outside, acknowledge summer’s passing, and imbibe in the intrinsic beauty of autumn.  I shiver as my...

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Linger Longer

By Georgia Finnegan

Summer thrills me.  Its kaleidoscope of color, clouds painting pictures in the light blue sky, and the sun’s warmth on my Minnesota white skin make me wake up early and go to bed late. Summer’s early morning light draws me outside.  I stroll across the grass, a cup...

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Red Tulips

By Georgia Finnegan

It’s May.  It’s May.  The Lusty Month of May.  I distinctly remember May Day, 1977.   An early morning dawn woke me with its rose-dipped wisps of sunlight streaming through my windows.  I quietly got out of bed, headed to the hutch cabinet in the living room and pulled...

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