Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #Potluck – The Fold – Final Part by D. Avery


Welcome to the new series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

I am delighted to share the first post from the archives of D.Avery who is the author of three short story and poetry collections.  I have selected a wonderful serial that I am sharing across four posts… Part three can be found here:

The Fold – Final Part by D.Avery

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Making Hay

“Hey. I’ve got dinner warmed in the oven. You’ve been haying since before sun-up till after sunset. You must be exhausted.”

“No, just tired.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Hmm. Well, this is good work that matters. It had to be done, especially with the rain forecast. Luciene helped us then I helped him. Our cows are provided for and our families. I’m sore and tired but it feels good. Especially coming into this kitchen seeing you, knowing our Hope’s asleep upstairs, safe and sound.”

“Hmm. Are you too tired? For more good work?”

“Heck no. Never too tired for you.”

Star of the Show

Hope made her guess. When her mother had incorrectly guessed Mary, Joseph, wise man, sheep, donkey, cow, inn keeper, and even baby Jesus, Hope finally told her what part she had in the Christmas pageant.

“It was my idea, Mommy! I got them to let me do my idea!”

“What Hope? What role can possibly be left?”

Hope smiled broadly, her eyes radiating her pleasure. “The star! I’m going to be up on a ladder behind the stable dressed up like the star!”

“Do you have lines to memorize?”

“Nope. I just have to shine.”

“Oh, Hope, you do. You’re a natural.”

“Yup, our Hope is the star of the pageant.”

They hadn’t noticed him enter the kitchen, still in his boots, still dressed for outdoors.

“You girls get your boots on, let’s go snowshoeing.”

“What? Now? It’s so dark out.”

“Maybe I have a surprise for you.”

“Ok. Let’s go, Hope. I’d rather tramp after him in the snow and dark than have to go through guessing again.”

He led them behind the house and up to the top of the meadow where the sugar woods began. Lights from neighboring farms and houses twinkled from the rolling hills that framed the frozen lake that was now an empty blackness in the moonless dark.

Below them they could see the glow from their own kitchen window.

Suddenly the cupola of their high barn lit up, beaming out over the bare trees and snow covered fields. The beams reached across to where they stood in the snowy meadow.

“Daddy! You put a star in the cupola for Christmas!”

“Think I’ll leave it throughout the long dark winter, Hope. We’ll shine our light every night.”

***

Temple Builders

He found them outside, each with shovels, each pink cheeked, strands of black hair stuck to damp foreheads. “What are you two up to?”

“Come see what Mommy and me made Daddy!”

Hope led him around the mound of plowed snow where the bank dropped away. Once he’d crawled through the entrance tunnel he could almost stand up.

“Is that a skylight?”

“No Daddy, just a vent. Mommy’s gonna build a fire and we’ll cook dinner.”

While his wife and child continued carving out their snug snow house he stacked snowballs and shaped two elegant colonnades at the entryway.

***

Reflection

“Narcissus?”

“Yes, Hope, a fellow who fell deathly in love with his own reflection.”

“Mommy, that’s silly.”

“Then we’ll call them paper whites. Do the blooms seem papery to you?”

“Yes, and they stink.”

“Ha! Kinda, Hope. And I kinda like the smell. I don’t know why.”

“I like the way they stand in their pots, Mommy.”

“Me too, Hope. So bold and defiant on the cold windowsill, trying so hard to be spring. But they reflect winter.”

“If Winter falls in love with his reflection, he’ll pine away.”

“Then Hope, we’d best start ordering seed packets for spring.”

***

Ashes

“La grange aussi? Totalement? Tres bon. Merci.”

He and Hope looked on as she set the phone down. “What’s the news?”

Startled, she brought them into focus. “Oh. Do you think Luciene would mind the animals? I want to go across the border in the morning. I want you and Hope to go with me.”

The next day he and Hope stood back while she walked among the silent ashes, all that remained of her past. Embers of memory flashed fire in her eyes. “There’s nothing left.” She smiled at them. “It’s all gone. We can go home now.”

***

“That must have been one hell of a hot fire, to leave nothing behind like that.”

“Oui. The neighbor said the firemen came but just watched it burn, there was no point in putting it out, an empty abandoned house, nothing around it to catch fire except the barn and when that caught they let it go too. It ended a lot of mess.”

“Mom, do you wish you’d seen the actual fire?”

He raised an eyebrow at Hope in the rearview. She’d asked what he’d been wondering.

“Not really, Hope. I saw exactly what I needed to see.”
©D.Avery 2018

Books by D.Avery

One of the recent reviews for Chicken Shift on Goodreads

Feb 01, 2019 Ritu Bhathal rated it Five Stars

Made me giggle. A whole poetry book, crammed with verses about chickens crossing roads!
Loved this one:

A chicken crossed the road, as happens now and then
Philosophers and passersby
Did their bit and wondered why
But the farmer wondered how it escaped the pen.

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

Follow D.Avery on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/410086.D_Avery

About D. Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

Connect to D. Avery

Website: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/
Poems: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/prompted-poetry/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/daveryshiftn

Thank you for dropping in today and please join D. Avery again next Saturday for the final installment.

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Smorgasbord Posts from Your Arcives – #Potluck – The Fold – Part Three by D.Avery


Welcome to the new series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

I am delighted to share the first post from the archives of D.Avery who is the author of three short story and poetry collections.  I have selected a wonderful serial that I am sharing across four posts…

Part two can be found here: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/05/11/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-pot-luck-the-fold-part-two-by-d-avery/

The Fold – Part Three by D.Avery

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Laying By

“Thank you for the coffee in bed, sorry I’m so lazy, it’s just that morning sounds have become such sweet music to me.”

“That’s okay, Mom, we don’t mind, do we Dad?”

He grunted his assent and lingered with his own coffee after Hope left to tend her chickens. “Everything okay, I mean, you ain’t got your traveling itch again do you?”

“If you must know, I do plan on traveling, hikin’ to the blackberry patch that’s past the upper meadow, fill some buckets, then hike back, scratches and all, and make jam… Stop worrying, I’ve never been happier.”

***

Berry Patch

“Jeezus, thought you were a bear!”

“Just me. Chores are done, thought I’d pick blackberries with you.”

“There’s more. Tell me.”

“Ok.” He picked as he spoke, careful not to bruise the berries. “You sounded restless this morning.”

“Oh.” She stopped picking, watched him. “I’m not.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“I hear the music of the farm, of you and Hope, but then I’m like a scratch in the record.”

He had stopped picking, caught her tear with a berry-stained finger, pulled her close. “I’m sorry.”

“Show me everything about this farm.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

***

Asking

“What? Music?”

“Hope’s up the hill with her mandolin. Wanted to serenade us. Or wanted to get out of picking berries.”

“I’d rather she play for us than pick berries. She plays beautifully.”

“Yep. Comin’ along.”

“You’ve taught her so much. She’s quite a kid.”

“Yep, she is. She can do just about anything that needs doin’. Except…”

“Except what?”

“No one’s taught her to make blackberry jam. Teach her.”

“I don’t figure she’d want to. She’s always outdoors with you.”

“Just ask her.”

“Ask me what?”

“Hope, I didn’t know if you was interested in making jam.”

“Sure!”

***

Harmonies

He sat in his stuffed armchair.

“Dad, aren’t you going to help?”

“No, Hope, I’m not. Gonna set here and look to be reading my magazine.”

“You could at least play for us. I played for you when you picked the berries.”

“Nope. Gonna just enjoy the sounds of other people workin’.”

It was staccato at first, simple instructions, answers to questions. Then mother and daughter found their rhythm, the tempo increased. Yelps from handling the sterilized jars were followed quickly by laughter. They giggled at each other’s clef of bangs, curled by the steam.

Listening, he smiled, content.

***

Looking Back

“I have to settle gran-mere’s estate. Such as it is.”

He watched her zip her duffle bag. She was a light packer. And an impulsive traveler.

“Can’t you handle this over the phone, or email?”

“I’d rather do it in person. It’s not that far. I shouldn’t be gone long.”

He and Hope stood on the porch in silence, watching her go.

She glanced in the rearview, then stopped. She backed up, turned the truck off.

“I bet Luciene would be willing to care for the animals. If you and Hope wanna go with me.”

Hope’s smile said yes.

***

To be continued…………………………………….

©D.Avery 2018

Books by D.Avery

One of the recent reviews for Chicken Shift on Goodreads

Feb 01, 2019 Ritu Bhathal rated it Five Stars

Made me giggle. A whole poetry book, crammed with verses about chickens crossing roads!
Loved this one:

A chicken crossed the road, as happens now and then
Philosophers and passersby
Did their bit and wondered why
But the farmer wondered how it escaped the pen.

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

Follow D.Avery on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/410086.D_Avery

About D. Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

Connect to D. Avery

Website: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/
Poems: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/prompted-poetry/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/daveryshiftn

Thank you for dropping in today and please join D. Avery again next Saturday for the final installment.

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – The Fold Part Two by D. Avery


Welcome to the new series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

I am delighted to share the first post from the archives of D.Avery who is the author of three short story and poetry collections.  I have selected a wonderful serial that I am sharing across four posts…

Part one can be found here: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/05/04/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-serial-the-fold-part-one-by-d-avery/

The Fold part Two by D. Avery

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The Untold

The open porch was curtained by the rain that sheeted off the roof, drilling a trough underneath the eaves. Behind this curtain Hope rocked slightly, pushing against the floorboards with her toes, her father beside her in his chair. A third cane rocker sat empty.

“It’s a good porch”, he said, “Best part of this two-story house.”

“Yup”, agreed Hope. Recognizing the prelude, she looked forward to hearing his stories. Rain drummed the porch roof overhead.

A gust of wind suddenly rent the curtain, whipped them with cold rain, rocked the empty chair.

“Daddy, tell a story about Mommy.”

***

Second Story

“I don’t really know that story Hope. That’s for her to tell. When she comes back.”

“She doesn’t tell stories like you do. She’s quiet.”

“Yup.”

“How’d you meet her, Daddy?”

“You know that story Hope. Comin’ back from my fishing trip up in Quebec I picked up a hitchhiker. At the border she had me pretend we were together so she wouldn’t get questioned too much.”

“And after, she said she wanted to keep pretending.”

“Yup.”

“And she came back with you to the farm and you thought she was never gonna leave.”

“Yup. That’s what I thought.”

***

Always

“Mommy!”

She swung Hope high then held her tight. “Mmm. My Hope. Such a big Hope. Is Daddy in the barn?”

“I’m here.”

“I know. You always are for me.”

He continued to stand in the doorway. She noticed the fall colors beginning to show on the mountain, visible over his shoulder.

He rubbed his shoulder as if it and not his heart ached. “Welcome back. Supper’s already started.”

After putting Hope to bed they sat on the porch step, listening for the loons.

“They’re both together on the lake.” She squeezed his calloused hand. “With their chick.”

“Yup.”

***

Sunset

“Not a sunset anywhere like this one”, she said, leaning against him on the steps.

“There’s no one around here who’d know that better than you.”

“I don’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” They sat in silence until lightning bugs glittered the night air.

“You done leavin’?”

“No.”

“Uh.”

“But next time I want you to go with me.”

“What? And leave all this?”

“Well, I was thinking we could wait until Hope is able to look after the farm while we are away.”

“Oh. That’s a way’s away.”

“I know. Gives us time to teach her good.”

Offerings

The curtain snaps against the breeze in the open window. Triumphant flapping and clucking of Hope’s favorite hen heralds its daily escape.

She listens to comfortable thuds and thumps as he prepares breakfast. Brewing coffee rumbles a baseline to the robins’ chirping. The last stair-tread squeaks as Hope joins her father. Both quiet and reserved, in the mornings together they are quite talkative, sharing observations from the farm or surrounding woods, their voices rolling soft like the round-rocked brook. They unconsciously interpret morning sighs. They bring her coffee, their tentative daily offering, worry they might rouse her to flight.

To be continued…………………………………….

©D.Avery 2018

Books by D.Avery

One of the recent reviews for Chicken Shift on Goodreads

Feb 01, 2019 Ritu Bhathal rated it Five Stars

Made me giggle. A whole poetry book, crammed with verses about chickens crossing roads!
Loved this one:

A chicken crossed the road, as happens now and then
Philosophers and passersby
Did their bit and wondered why
But the farmer wondered how it escaped the pen.

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

Follow D.Avery on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/410086.D_Avery

About D. Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

Connect to D. Avery

Website: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/
Poems: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/prompted-poetry/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/daveryshiftn

Thank you for dropping in today and please join D. Avery again next Saturday for the next installment.

Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – Serial – The Fold – Part One by D. Avery


Welcome to the new series of Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

I am delighted to share the first post from the archives of D.Avery who is the author of three short story and poetry collections.  I have selected a wonderful serial that I am going to share over the four posts from D’s archives, as it demonstrates her wonderful writing and I hope you will head over to her blog… and buy her books to read more.

The Fold  by D. Avery

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Highlander

These green mountains had never held her the way they held him. She’d always chafed at the constrictions of hill farming, pined for open range. With dual citizenship his wife could be anywhere; Texas, Alberta, anywhere her wild western dreams led. He wouldn’t look.

He was pioneering right here, innovating with heirloom breeds and traditional farming methods. He raised Highland cattle for meat, but kept one as a milk cow, another tradition for this loyal breed. These Scottish Longhorns were hardy and independent, but also good-natured and reliable, good mothers.

He’d be here with his fold should she return.

***

The Return

“You’re back. How far’d you get?”

“Far enough to figure some things out.”

“Uh?”

“Figured out they don’t have as many seasons out west. If they have deer season, you’d hardly know it. They never heard of sugarin’ or mud season. I wanna settle in for mud season.”

“You came back because you wanna be here when the roads turn to shit?”

“Early April, right?”

“Yup. Lotta my Highland heifers are due to calve ‘bout then.”

“I figure that’s my time too. We’re pregnant.”

“Well.”

He’d seen rangy heifers become content after calving. He embraced his wife, thankfully, hopefully.

***

First Cut

“Did I hurt you when I left?”

They were sprawled on the grass in the pasture that overlooked the house, the barn that held the first cut of hay. She stroked the baby’s dark hair as she nursed.

“Yup. Hurt a lot.”

“I’ve always been a bolter. It’s like I can’t help it after a while.”

“Uh.”

The baby sighed and fell asleep against her. “I never was scared before though.”

“You were scared?”

“Afraid I’d gone too far. That I wouldn’t be able to come back. To you.”

His arm around her was strong, gentle. “I’m always here.”

***

He stood on the porch, watching the storm rolling over the mountain, trees bowing before it, excited leaves anxiously twisting and turning on their stems, murmuring at the rumbles of thunder. Soon it would rain.

The Highlands would be fine. The calves were healthy, feeding well, the new mothers patient and fiercely protective.

Quietly, he went back inside where she had fallen asleep on the couch. He sat before the sleeping baby in the bassinet, still awestruck. Would that feeling ever go away?

Would she ever leave again?

“Hey”, she whispered. “How’s Hope?”

“She’s a light in the storm.”

***

Hope

Hope pushed her toy tractor in the dirt in front of the porch.

“What ya plantin’ Hope?”

“Daddy! There’s no planter attached!”

“You’re right. Again. So, what are you doing, just riding around on the tractor?”

“Yes. I am going away for awhile.”

“Oh, I see.” He sat quickly on the step, leaning weakly against the post, watching his daughter push the tractor away from him, providing a high gear noise for it. Then she geared down and maneuvered it back to the step where she parked her toy and sat beside him.

“Daddy, when’s Mommy coming back?”

“Dunno.”

***

Knowing

“Hope, listen.”

“The loons!”

“A mommy, a daddy, and a baby loon live on the lake.”

“I know.”

“The mommy and daddy loon call out to each other, let each other know where they’re fishing.”

“I know that, Daddy.”

“Both the mommy and the daddy loon take care of the baby. They both built and sat the nest, both fish for the chick, protect it, teach it.”

“I know that, Daddy.”

“Did you know that sometimes one of the adults leaves and goes to fish on another lake?”

“Just like us, ‘cept we live on a farm.”

“I know.”

To be continued…………………………………….

©D.Avery 2018

Books by D.Avery

One of the recent reviews for Chicken Shift on Goodreads

Feb 01, 2019 Ritu Bhathal rated it Five Stars

Made me giggle. A whole poetry book, crammed with verses about chickens crossing roads!
Loved this one:

A chicken crossed the road, as happens now and then
Philosophers and passersby
Did their bit and wondered why
But the farmer wondered how it escaped the pen.

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

Follow D.Avery on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/410086.D_Avery

About D. Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

Connect to D. Avery

Website: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/
Poems: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/prompted-poetry/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/daveryshiftn

Thank you for dropping in today and please join D. Avery again next Saturday for the next installment.

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – New book on the shelves for Christmas – #Shortstories – After Ever: Little Stories for Grown Children by D. Avery


D. Avery has a new release just in time for Christmas… A short story collection Ever After: Little Stories for Grown Children.

About After Ever

Big stories come in small packages. Told with the sure-footed brevity of fairy tales, After Ever is a collection of stories that explore dark depths and uncertain endings, flash fiction that often leaves room for interpretation and speculation. These are stories in which the grim tragedies of life befall characters of all ages. There are no happily ever after fairy tale endings, but there are flashes of resilience and hope. The heroes of these short stories are ordinary people who recognize the mystery, beauty, and small wonders contained in their ordinary lives.

Sample and savor each story individually or as a banquet of offerings both dark and light, tales of lives tragic and magical.

What the early readers are saying;

An interesting and eclectic collection of short stories and even shorter flash stories, this collection has something for everyone. Whether the situation be mundane or mystical, tragic or cheerful, D. Avery records events matter-of-factly, telling how it is or was, and leaves it to the reader to choose how to respond. After Ever is great for reading in bites or as an entire feast. Norah Colvin readilearn.com.au

D. Avery has written a stunning collection of flash fictions that take us from here in Vermont to places far afield and from children to the elderly. These short stories in After Ever, though, all share one common thread, and that is tight, beautiful prose about the human condition, about the moments of our lives that make us weep from sorrow and from love. Sean Prentiss, author of Finding Abbey

Head over and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HYWZQQY

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/After-Ever-Little-Stories-Children-ebook/dp/B07HYWZQQY

Also by D.Avery

Read the reviews and buy the books: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U

About D. Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

Connect to D. Avery

Website: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/
Poems: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/prompted-poetry/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/daveryshiftn

Thank you for dropping in today and it would be great if you could share the news about D. Avery’s latest short story collection as far as possible.

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – New Author on shelves for Christmas – Poetry – Chicken Shift by D. Avery


I am delighted to welcome poet D. Avery to the bookstore in time for Christmas with her two poetry collections beginning with Chicken Shift

About Chicken Shift

Poems of life; Crossings & Roadkill; fun, philosophical inquiries into why the chicken crossed the road and the consequences therefrom. Short witty, multi-layered poems. Thought and laugh provoking

The most recent review for the collection

This book of poetry, inspired by the riddle “Why did the chicken cross the road?”, is a delightful collection of humorous philosophy or philosophical humour. You choose. Whichever way you read it, and in whatever order, its combination of light humour and deep thought provides hours of engaging reading. That D. Avery can write so many poems starting from the inane childish riddle is amazing. Each poem is different and provides another intriguing way of looking at life and contemplating its big questions. Why did the chicken cross the road? Read this book to consider the possibilities.

Read the other reviews and buy the collection: https://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Shift-D-Avery/dp/1304008363

and Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Chicken-Shift-D-Avery/dp/1304008363

About For the Girls

Humorously serious poetic reflections on breast cancer. Complete with fears and hopes, losses and learnings. If you or someone you know has been diagnosed, or have lost someone to cancer, read this book. It’s for the girls. Buy it for your friends.

One of the reviews for the collection

Read it. Give it to a friend featured on on October 23, 2016 Reviewed by Pat Jones
I read every word of this book–For the Girls–and then I read it again. From the title, which is very clever, to the scrabble tiles, which work symbolically, it is a beautifully crafted book. Even the back cover is great with the hospital gown and the ties in a heart. It is funny, poignant, witty, wise, and full of humor and pathos. I think it should probably be required reading for every woman diagnosed with breast cancer. It should be in doctor’s waiting rooms and hospitals.
I loved all the poems but the ones I loved best were “Knockers”–serious and funny–a very bad knock-knock joke. Despite the wit and humor, it is clear that this is a serious poet. The second poem–“name game”–is clever. It is characterized black humor, but it also a serious consideration of the power of language to define and to name and by naming call it into being. After all creation, according to the Bible, is about the word and it is the word that creates. Nothing unsophisticated about this book. I also love “landings”–two kinds of time–before and after. Powerfully true and so frightening. Everything can change in a second.
“Dream Change”–my very favorite, I think. I love it–in any context. I am going to give it to a boy I know who has, I think, forgotten how to dream. I also like the section on women–collective women and individual women. Jeannie who graduated chemo and radiation, others who graduated in the final ceremony. My friend Bev died at 36 leaving behind two sons. Some women who endure–everywhere–some in silence, some giving it voice, and some falling apart. “That Girl”–perhaps a poem for every girl–no matter what. And, maybe best of all, the hour glasses “letting go”–“letting God”–the perfect poem to end with. Buy this book. Read it. Give it to a friend.

Read the reviews and buy the collection: https://www.amazon.com/Girls-D-Avery/dp/1365022218

And Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Girls-D-Avery/dp/1365022218

About D.Avery

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?”. Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

From the author

I live on an island off the coast of Massachusetts with a husband and a cat. I am a teacher of middle school mathematics. I enjoy kayaking, yard-saling and reading. I sometimes write. People sometimes read what I write. ShiftnShake is a place for you to read some of my writing.

Connect to D. Avery

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/D.-Avery/e/B00IXZIX3U
Website: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/
Poems: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/prompted-poetry/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/daveryshiftn

Thanks for dropping in today and these two collections look like they would make gifts for lovers of witty poetry. Thanks Sally

If you are a new author to the bookstore or have published a book since November 1st 2017 please get in touch. sally.cronin@moyhill.com