Category Archives: archeo-apologist

USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO FIND YOUR PASSION

Please enjoy a piece from the Fiction House Publishing’s most recent work,  The Seasons of My Giving Back. In the preceding chapter,  I discover that my ‘giving-back to the world’ summer job as youngster would be volunteering on a road … Continue reading

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IMAGINE…DREAMING AS A KING, INSPIRING AS A GANDHI, UNITING AS A MANDELA (or simply – using laughter to lighten another’s load)

by Raji Singh    This post was the foundation of the novel, The Seasons of My Giving Back.  It reminds us of the power of caring for one another. * **   I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – … Continue reading

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THE GLUMS, PART II

By Raji Singh Feeling blue, part 2? This will lift your spirits! Here’s an 1820’s tale about my great-great-grandfather, the Carper. (An excerpt from Tales of the Fiction House) *    *    * Mariner spins and spins for Carper. … Continue reading

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THE GLUMS

By Raji Singh Feeling blue? This will lift your spirits! Here’s an 1820’s tale about my great-great-grandfather, The Carper.  (An excerpt from Tales of the Fiction House) *   *   *   THE GLUMS – is what the Mariner sees in Carper … Continue reading

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FATHER’S DAY SCENTS AND SENSIBILITIES

by Raji Singh (A Favorite from our family’s past.  Happy Father’s Day!)   *    *    * PART I – FATHERS’ SENSIBILITIES I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my parents and my … Continue reading

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CAPTAIN POLLY’S LORE OF THE LINDIAN WOODS

by Captain Polly (as overheard by Raji Singh) National Pet Week is here.  Join us as one of our favorite pets (though she would be greatly offended to be called that) shares an adventure. *     *     * You cannot stop … Continue reading

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PETS ON MEMORIAL DAY

By Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near the Lindian coast. I alone survive. I become an orphan foundling, taken … Continue reading

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MOTHER’S DAY MAGIC

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near the Lindian coast. A thousand minus one perish. I alone survive. I … Continue reading

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MAY DAY ON THE BAYOU IN POEM AND STORY

By Raji Singh To acknowledge the end of National Poetry Month and welcome May Day and Mothers, here is a poignant story of a mother’s lament *     *     * “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. Today Thibidioux chil’ to be … Continue reading

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EYES OF A LIFETIME: A BAYOU POEM

By Raji Singh Farewell to April and another National Poetry Month. And Farewell to Lucius Abel.  That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. *     *      * All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s … Continue reading

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