Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
eulogy for a covered bridge
This past week, New Brunswick lost another covered bridge: the William Mitton Covered Bridge in Riverview. Ray Boucher, Chairman of the Covered Bridges Conservation Association of New Brunswick, suggested I write a poem. Of the 340 covered bridges in the province in the 1950s, only 58 remain.

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sorrow
William Mitton Bridge
1942 – 2025
“…because I’ve seen it die.”
- Ray Boucher
advocate for covered bridges
in New Brunswick
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crosses the river
for the last time
its reflection brief
in the brown stream
tributary of Turtle Creek
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mud banks carved and sculpted
a waterbird, neck broken, a mangle
rubble of broken beams and boards
weakened burr trusses, punky beams
broken boards, holes for sunlight
to drill through
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initials scratched and scrawled
on greying surfaces, overcome
with lichen, moss and mildew
inscriptions at weddings
graduations, tourists
school photos
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its twenty-three metres
or more, once crossed
an Acadian river
Sainte-Marie-de-Kent
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in myth, the ‘travelling bridge’
floated down the river
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in fact, removed, by a resourceful
farmer, William Mitton
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purchased the bridge
took it down, plank by plank
moved, rebuilt in 1942, to connect
his farm to Coverdale Road, his name
became the name of the bridge
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a place to play
between rafters
thump and climb
chase echoes
a place to relax
watch the river
between gaps
in wall boards
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spring floods
and abutments reel
snow loads break its back
echoes fail beneath snap
and sag of weakened boards
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an excavator, a high hoe
a crane, lifts its rigid neck
takes the Mitton Covered Bridge
apart, one wood fibre
at a time
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All my best
Jane Tims
mnemonic: listening to birdsong
Each day, I walk the loop of our drive and stop for a moment at our concrete bench. I sit there and settle, listening to the sounds: a jet passing overhead, cars on the roadway, a neighbour using a saw. Then I start to hear the quiet mutter of the breeze, the rustling of leaves overhead, the occasional song of a bird.
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This morning I heard the ‘caw’ of a crow, the ‘yank, yank’ of a nuthatch, the winnowing of a snipe. When we assign a pattern of words to mimic and remember the sound of a bird call, it is known as a ‘mnemonic.’ Various other sounds are remembered that way: the ‘chug, chug’ of a train, the ‘drip, drip’ of a tap. Bird mnemonics known to almost everyone are the ‘chick-a-dee-dee-dee’ of the chickadee, the ‘who cooks for you?’ of the barred owl, and the ‘conk-la-ree’ of the red-winged blackbird.
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My new poetry book ‘mnemonic: soundscape and birdsong’ focusses on sounds in the woodland and along the shore. Most of the poems celebrate the way bird song can be a metaphor for the events in our lives. For example, the tapping of a pileated woodpecker on the wood of a backstop at the baseball diamond sounds like the connect of bat and ball during the game.
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My book ‘mnemonic’ includes my poems and pencil drawings.
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To obtain a copy of ‘mnemonic,’ take a visit to Dog Eared Books in Oromocto, or Westminster Bookmark in Fredericton. You can also order the book from Chapel Street Editions here, or from Amazon Canada here.
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I hope you enjoy my poetry and my sketches. You can find a comprehensive list of bird mnemonics at South Bay Birders Unlimited ‘Mnemonic Bird Songs’ here.
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All my best!
Jane Tims
nuthatch: bold acrobat
Sometimes I hear a knocking at the door and answer, to find no-one there. Instead, a nuthatch is tapping, banging a sunflower seed against the shingles. Later, he will sound off in the grey woods, ‘yank, yank, yank.’ He is one of my favourite birds: the red-breasted nuthatch, Sitta canadensis.
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This nuthatch is slightly smaller and has a shorter beak than its cousin, the white-crested nuthatch. We have both but the white-breasted species has a faster-repeating ‘song’ to announce its territory.
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The red-breasted nuthatch has a reddish orange breast, a short tail, and sturdy feet and bill. It has a white eyebrow and a black line on either side of its eye. Perhaps its neatest trick is to walk upside down on branches, head downwards.
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In my poetry book, mnemonic: soundscape and bird song, I pay tribute to the red-crested nuthatch in a couple of poems. Here is a stanza from ‘woodland mnemonic’ …
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nuthatch, bored, pulls
endless rope, yank, yank, yank
hangs upside-down, beats
a seed against the shingles
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In the book are 53 poems about bird song and other sounds in nature, and 15 illustrations of birds found in New Brunswick. Some poems are merely descriptive, others see bird calls and songs as metaphors for various life events. For a copy, contact Chapel Street Editions here, or Amazon.ca here.
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“An orchestra of other surrounding sounds prompt the author’s poetic rendering, revealing a world chock-full of interesting information for those alert to its resonance. mnemonic offers a doorway in which to first stand, and then engage a journey from poem to poem into the author’s immersive experience of the great world’s soundscapes and birdsong.”
– publisher’s comments on the book
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Enjoy your day and take a little time to watch our neighbours, the birds, and listen to their songs.
All my best
Jane
Bookmarks and Dog Ears-A Mystery
A few posts ago, I introduced you to my new poetry project: ‘Bookmarks and Dog Ears.‘ One of the subjects I want to include (briefly) in my manuscript is the ‘gloss.’ According to Merriam-Webster, a ‘gloss’ is a brief explanation (as in the margin or between the lines of a text) of a difficult or obscure word or expression.
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A gloss marks a book using pencil or pen marks in the margins and counts in the scope of my writing about ‘bookmarks.’ Some think writing in a book is not a good idea and defaces the book. However, I have found during this project that glosses reveal a lot about the history of a book.
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I will use one of my prized possessions to illustrate the power of glosses. This item is a book, a first edition, signed copy of Bliss Carman’s Later Poems, published in Toronto by McLelland & Stewart, 1921. Bliss Carman was a famous poet, born in Fredericton. The book Later Poems includes many poems I love, including ‘Vestigia’ which begins … ‘I searched for God and found him not…’ and goes on to say the poet finds God in many aspects of nature. I bought the book on-line for $80 some years ago. It is a ‘presentation copy’ and includes an inscription by Carman to friend, publisher and author, Irving Way.
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Even better, my copy of Later Poems is glossed with pencil and points out some differences in this 1921 Edition from the 1922 American Edition (Small, Maynard and Company, Boston) and the 1926 Canadian Edition (McLelland & Stewart, Toronto). For example, my 1921 Edition is missing four lines from the end of the poem ‘Easter Eve.’ The lines are present in both 1922 and 1926 Editions. In another example, the glosses point out a duplication of two stanzas in the book: identical stanzas occur in ‘A Christmas Eve Choral’ and ‘The Sending of the Magi.’ The stanzas are entirely missing in the 1922 Edition and are included only in the poem ‘The Sending of the Magi’ in the 1926 Edition.
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At first, I thought perhaps the book was a sort of ‘proof’ copy, and the glosses were Bliss Carman’s. But recently, I found a date in pencil in the same handwriting – 24 July 1932. The glosses were added by another person, not Bliss Carman who died in 1929, or Irving Way who died in 1931. The glosses were also added after the 1926 edition and so could not have been the impetus for changes in either of the other Editions.
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So, who was the person who wrote in pencil in the book? An heir of Irving Way? An editor considering yet another Edition? Or simply a lover of poetry who did some research between Editions.
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This is a first draft of part of my poem about the glosses in this book – this part of the poem explains why I love Bliss Carman’s work. One of the reasons – the writing group I meet each month (Wolf Tree Writers) has a member who is a distant cousin of Bliss Carman: Virginia Bliss Bjerkelund, author of Meadowlands- A Chronicle of the Scovil Family (Chapel Street Editions, 2020) and A Nurse for All Seasons (Chapel Street Editions, 2023); for a review of the book Meadowlands, click here.
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My poem includes quotes from Bliss Carman’s Later Poems.
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First Edition Glosses
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as she walked the forest edge
my mother quoted poets
William Cullen Bryant
‘Whither, ‘midst falling dew’
Bliss Carman
‘I took a day to search for God …’
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at her funeral, knowing
she still ‘dwelt within my heart’
I read ‘Vestigia,’ by Carman
my poet of choice
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I hear his voice
when purple lilacs ‘stir’
when I hear the wind
‘conversing with the leaves’
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when I wander
in the meadow
chasing ‘stealthy shadows
of the summer clouds’
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distant cousin brings his
charm and talent
to our writing group
when it meets each month
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The poem goes on to talk about the other Editions, the glosses and how many hands have held the book before mine.
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I am loving this Bookmark project. I am learning so many new things and I find the writing of ‘fact-filled’ poetry a bit of a challenge.
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Enjoy your own reading and discoveries!
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All my best,
Jane
three robin’s nests
A robin has built three nests on the ladder leaning against our garage! The top two are well-formed and intact. The lower nest looks disarranged, as though construction was abandoned or a predator has pulled it apart.
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Bird nests are built during a period of a few days using grasses and twigs, mud for a lining. They are used for incubation of eggs and brooding of young. Adult robins don’t use the nest as a bed, but roost on a tree branch. For a great description of how the nest is built, see allabout birds.org.
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We have watched the nests on the ladder, but there is no sign of eggs or baby birds. Every day, we hear the robin singing nearby, ‘cheery, cheer-up, cheer-up, cheeree.’ I hear the robin singing as I type!
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If you love birds and enjoy watching them through the seasons, you might like my new poetry book: ‘mnemonic: soundscape and birdsong.’ The book includes 53 poems about birdsong, bird behaviour, my experiences with birds, birdsong as a life metaphor, and celebration of other sounds in nature. I have also included 15 of my black and white drawings of birds. To get your copy of the book, click here to go to Chapel Street Edition’s (the publisher’s) website. If you would like to purchase the book on Amazon, click here. You can also find my book in several New Brunswick bookstores, including Westminster Bookmark in Fredericton and Dog Eared Books in Oromocto.
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I want to write a story about the robin building nests in our ladder. I have decided to write a third book in my children’s books about ‘Wink.’ The first of these is ‘Wink in the Rain’ (available here), a story about a garden elf and his adventures in finding the perfect umbrella. The second book, ‘Wink and the Missing Sidewalk Chalk,’ a story of the hunt for a thief in the garden, will be published later this year. The story about ‘Wink and the Garden Ladder’ is written and I will soon be doing its illustrations.
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Will our robin use the nests on the ladders to raise a family? I will keep you up to date.
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All my best!
Jane
Cover Painting for ‘Meniscus: Reckoning’
In preparation for the release of ‘Meniscus: Reckoning,’ the next book in the Meniscus Science Fiction Series, I have finished the painting for the cover.
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The painting is based on the pencil drawing ‘Travelling the Lip.’ It shows six travellers as they cross the treacherous El’ban Elevations, on their way to rescue James, imprisoned in El’ban. The group, in order, are Kotildi (the wild alien ‘wolf’), Belnar (one of the Slain), Odymn (heroine of many of the stories), Daniel (also a Slain), carrying Danny (Odymn and Daniel’s baby), and Don’est (the Dock-winder child, with her long neck).
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To be consistent with other covers, I need a distant view of the Meniscus moons (Cardoth roe and Cardoth grill’en), a mid-range view of the travellers, and a nearer scene from the book. Campfires are a common theme in the story and who better to sleep by the fire than wolf-like Kotildi?
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I was pleased with the painting. For a couple of days, I showed the travellers as black silhouettes against the Elevations. In the end, I gave them some colour, to suggest clothing and hair. I love the browns, blues and yellows in the painting.
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To make the painting fit the space on the book cover, I made some alterations in GIMP (GNU Image Manipulation Program). I brought the moons closer to the mountain silhouette and moved the fire and sleeping Kotildi closer to the travellers. In the end, the image fit well with the cover design. Here is a sneak peek at the final cover.
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I am now re-reading Meniscus: Reckoning for the last time, making a few revisions as I go. I have also sent the proof to my beta-reader for her reactions.
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I plan to release Meniscus: Reckoning in early May. I am looking forward to my reader response!
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All my best!
Alexandra (a.k.a. Jane)
bookmark
In March, I promised information on a new project I am undertaking, Bookmarks and Dog Ears. I have lots of projects on the go, at various stages of completion, but I find I need something new and creative to invigorate my writing process. In April, I began a new endeavour, a poetry manuscript about bookmarks, those bits of ephemera left to mark a place in a book.
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I first became interested in this project when the owner of Dog Eared Books in Oromocto, showed me a binder full of the bookmarks she has collected from used books coming into the store. Perusing the binder is fascinating: it contains photos, grocery lists, cash register tapes, old letters, money, even a dreidel. I imagined a manuscript of poems and drawings built around the variety of the bookmarks – their physical structure, purpose, history and symbolism. After a little research, I was caught up in the way bookmarks are an expression of the Human activity of reading a book. I am interested in the historic use of bookmarks, the past of a well-used bookmark, how bookmarks are linked to feelings about reading and the fate of the bookmark in the digital world.
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With the help of the Library Director at the L.P. Fisher Public Library in Woodstock, I have been able to identify some libraries where bookmarks are also collected, so I will have no shortage of subject matter.
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To give you an idea of the type of poem that this project could generate, I will tell you about my response to a bookmark collected from books at the Saint Paul Public Library in Minnesota. To see a short video of some of their bookmarks, click here.
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The bookmark that interested me the most was a 3” by 3” black and white photo of a woodland scene. Perhaps my preference is related to the many photos I took of the canopies of woodland trees during my Master’s thesis research. In the photo, you can see the trunk of an older poplar and, in the background, a group of about eight younger trees, their trunks curved and bent dramatically downwards. The photo is a study in contrasts between the dark trees and the bright skylight filtered through the leaves.
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After a little research I discovered that Minnesota had a strange winter last year, with heavy snow and rain over a five day period after a relatively mild winter. Some of the woodland trees, burdened with over 20 inches of heavy snow, bent under the weight. Many have not recovered, according to the Extension Department of the University of Minnesota. To read about the effect of the winter on these trees, click here.
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I don’t know if the photo is actually a response to the snowstorm, but most bookmarks are anonymous and speak to different people in various ways. To me, the photo represents the photographer’s need to document the result of the snow event. The owner of the photo may have been unhappy at the memory of the storm or the consequences to a well-known bit of woodland.
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I am still feeling my way in this project, but here is an early attempt to capture this particular bookmark in poetry.
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storm damage
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tried to take a photo
in black and white—
bent trees in the summer woodland
birch over-laden by winter snow
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a photo to capture
desecration of forest—
behind a straight and sturdy
trunk of aspen
a clump of saplings craft
an archway in forest
usher of summer light
trembling leaves
against sky
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no wish to remember
five endless days of storm
heavy snow, burdened with rain
a charming path through woodland
rendered impassable
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abandoned
the photo
in a book
about despair
after alteration
no recovery, no hope
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A rather dismal interpretation of why the photo was forgotten in a book. What does the photo-used-as-bookmark say to you?
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All my best,
Jane
solar eclipse
On Monday we joined other people of New Brunswick, all eager to view the total eclipse of the sun. We planned carefully, arranged to pick up our son and drive to our chosen viewing place, at the picnic grounds of the Department of Agriculture Experimental Farm. Other people had the same idea so we were among a small crowd of viewers.
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We had obtained the necessary ISO eclipse glasses (ISO 12312-2 standard) to protect our eyes from harmful rays but I take extra care since I have several problems with my vision. So I did not look continually at the sun but glanced at it occasionally with the glasses on. The sequence I saw was:
- the sun in normal mode – seemed much smaller than usual since ordinarily when we glance at the sun, we see the sun itself and a glare of light;
- a curved black shadow at the right edge of the sun;
- a bigger ‘bite’ of darkness from the sun;
- a larger ‘bite’ of darkness so the sun resembled the crescent moon;
- a creeping towards totality where the crescent became smaller and smaller;
- the moment of totality when you could see nothing at all but darkness through the glasses;
- with the glasses off, totality, a dark disc with a thin rim of light;
- a moment when the edge of the sun re-appears, a sort of flaring diamond on the edge of the ring.
- glasses on, a gradual return to the crescent, through the bite of darkness to the disc of the normal sun.
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Between my glances at the sun, I gazed at the scene before me, the shadow of twigs from a young maple tree on the gravel road. As I watched, the area around us darkened and all along the horizon in every direction was a rosy glow, as though evening had arrived. But the effect was not really like that of evening, more like a wan darkness, eerie. On the road, the shadows looked like those cast by a full moon.
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And now, all this in a poem:
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total eclipse of the sun
Fredericton New Brunswick
April 8, 2024
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twig shadows drowse on road
red maple carved into gravel
sun dazzles against blue sky
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first moment of eclipse
a nibble from a dark cookie
a bite
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crescent like a waning moon
creeps towards
totality
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image
through special glasses
goes dark
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evening settles on the hill
russet sky at every horizon
street lights blink on
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a white bird climbs, confused
whisps of corona
around silhouette of moon
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eerie lull in murmuring
as a diamond sparkles
along the lower edge
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twig shadows
tremble, pale-washed
beneath full moon
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Hope you enjoyed your look at the eclipse if you were in an area to view it!!!!
All my best,
Jane
new book coming soon! Meniscus: Reckoning
Today, after many hours of editing and formatting, I sent for a proof of my new book in the Meniscus Science Fiction Series. Meniscus: Reckoning will be out in early May. This will be the story of a perilous journey to a distant city, over difficult alien landscape, to rescue a member of the Human Resistance. The book is set in the El’ban District of Meniscus, a city mentioned but not visited in other books in the Meniscus Science Fiction Series.
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To find out a little more about the steps from draft to proof, have a look at the whole story here. Below is a peek at the first draft of the cover for Meniscus: Reckoning (the final cover will be a painting of the scene).
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All my best!
Alexandra (a.k.a. Jane)
soundscape and birdsong
These last two weeks have been fun for bird watchers. I saw my first dark-eyed junco, just back from a winter spent to the south. I also heard that lovely, impossible-to-imitate song of a winter wren. And I have cleaned up our feeding area so the spring birds will be easier to watch.
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This weekend, I am looking forward to talking with other bird watchers about my new poetry book ‘mnemonic – soundscape and birdsong.’
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I am looking forward to the event, hosted by the folks at the L.P Fisher Public Library, who have been so supportive of my writing through the years! Wish you could come and hear me read …
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All my best!
Jane
























