J Michael Jones
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Lives in the San Juan Islands of Washington state, the author of eight books, five of them novels.
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Under The Clay
The cosmos was out of kilter. I was coming home to Tennessee to say goodbye to my dear mother … three years too late. It was unconscionable that she had slipped right through my fingers into the red earth while I was three thousand miles away. Damn that pandemic! Damn my cancer that followed. A preacher saying words at the cemetery promised to “Face Time” the service. No signal at the graveside. Painful silence and a blank screen in Seattle. I had gone from the beloved to the nothing.
By J Michael Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Clay
Under the Clay The universe was out of kilter. I was coming to Tennessee to say goodbye to my dear mother … three years late. It was unconscionable that she had slipped through my fingers into the red earth while I was three thousand miles away. Damn that pandemic! Damn my illness that followed. A preacher saying words at the cemetery promised to Face Time the service. But there was no signal at the graveside. Painful silence and a blank screen in Seattle. It was as if I had gone from the beloved … to the nothing.
By J Michael Jones5 years ago in Families
