Chris Weppler

Joined June 2021

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Hmm. Wow, a 240 word biography. Let’s see. I’m 57, been reading since I was four and have been writing since I was about eight, I think. Besides writing, I’m into art, graphic design, ceramics and music. Hope you enjoy reading my writing!

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When I Held Your Hand
Was a chilly evening in November, night after Thanksgiving. I took you out for a celebration of Dickens on Main Street. Traffic was bad, parking even moreso, so far away we had to light.
By Chris Weppler 4 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Late Winter’s Eve
Standing in the darkness of a late winter’s eve, a silver sliver of a fingernail lights the charcoal sky, the sound of a southern breeze whistling past my ears.
By Chris Weppler 4 years ago in Poets
Aluminum Sky
Steel gray clouds gather in the midday sky, each one letting loose cold, wet drops. As they pattern down, each is undecided whether
By Chris Weppler 4 years ago in Poets
The Pair Tree
The sun rises lazily up and over the morning horizon, dewy grass aflame with its orange and yellow reflections, the lake glistening in the early morning light, wisps of steam rising from its surface. A hollow log echoes the songs of a matched pair of frogs, their voices joining with the crickets and songbirds to create a morning concerto. The fragrance of honeysuckle perfumes the heavy, early morning air.
By Chris Weppler 4 years ago in Fiction

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