Author Archives: Barry Pomeroy

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.

Writing in the Cabin

Posted on July 30, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I came back today after ordering my textbooks last night and finishing the Monkey Fear work. On the way, I went to Millville and Miriam and I changed my tires for next week’s inspection. It was nice to see her … Continue reading →

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Not Quite Dark

Posted on July 28, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I made a few motions as if I was going to get some physical work done today, but with a bright sun it was hot. Instead, I worked on my new story, “Not Quite Dark,” and edited Naked in the … Continue reading →

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Inside

Posted on July 27, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I woke this morning early but persevered and slept in till eleven. Then I got up, did a tour of the garden and began writing. I started a story last night after I wrote my blog called “Not Quite Dark” … Continue reading →

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Electrical Work

Posted on July 26, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

Even before I washed or had breakfast this morning I thought I would take advantage of the lack of mosquitoes and go on a hike to the swamp. I was partially looking for moose tracks to see if the moose … Continue reading →

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Moose Curiosity and Alice

Posted on July 25, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I woke early this morning and lay for a long time wishing for sleep. Finally I got up and set the computer on charge with the inverter even before the sun supplied any more than twenty watts. Then I went … Continue reading →

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Recharging

Posted on July 24, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I went to sleep fairly early, after doing some editing, and soon I was asleep only to wake a few times in the early morning. I finally got out of bed by ten and did some whipper snipping and then … Continue reading →

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The Fire that Could Have

Posted on July 23, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

My time in the city was reasonably well spent. I saw a couple of friends I wanted to see, and ran into two others less deliberately but no less delightfully. I am also caught up on my blog and uploaded … Continue reading →

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Strange Stories in my Head

Posted on July 21, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

I finished the tin box root cellar below the floor before I even had breakfast. Then I ate some cereal, for I was getting light-headed and dizzy from lack of food. You would think I have more than enough food … Continue reading →

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Working in the Rain

Posted on July 20, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

It rained heavy in the night, although the slugs are not bothering my zucchini and potatoes anyway. My cisterns were all full and there was lots of water in the pond too. I drained the big barrel though, since it … Continue reading →

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Bollywood and Writingwood

Posted on July 19, 2015 by Barry Pomeroy

The rain was nearly over when I woke up this morning, and for some reason the thought of slugs eating through my garden made me get out of bed immediately. There were a few slugs causing problems, but once I … Continue reading →

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