Tag Archives: imagination

CAPTAIN POLLY’S LORE OF THE LINDIAN WOODS

(as overheard by Raji Singh) You cannot stop Captain Polly’s storytelling chatter. We here at the Fiction House don’t mind. The children like her tales. So do us adults. Better than t.v. – cheaper than movies. Captain Polly’s the Mark … Continue reading

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PET TO HUMAN DEDICATION – WHY WE HAVE NATIONAL PET MONTH

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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AN APRIL 15 A-TTAX ON SYNTAX

by Raji Singh      We’re in the Ides of April, National Poetry Month.      Here’s a little celebratory prose and verse,      To lighten the burden of the tax day curse.      It’s the 1890s. Fiction House’s hired hand, Efraim … Continue reading

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THE BUTTERFLIES, A POEM

By Raji Singh (In honor of National Poetry Month)   I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction.  Typhoon tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphan foundling, taken in by new loving … Continue reading

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THE TALE OF AN EASTER LILY AND A DESERT RESURRECTION IN POETRY AND PROSE

By Raji Singh April is National Poetry Month. For humans it is a time for Easter, Passover, and various human (‘two-leg’) celebrations. Plant, bird, butterfly, and creature (the ‘four-legs’) celebrate, too. They call it Transformation: The Time of the Great … Continue reading

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CHARLES DARWIN MEETS TURT (‘naked and loving it’) Repost

by Raji Singh (editor, archivist, archeo-apologist, Fiction House Publishing) The upcoming passage comes from the galley proofs of; THE BEAGLE HAS LANDED by Charles Darwin.  Fiction House Publishing, 1838.  Memos I am discovering in the Fiction House archives indicate the … Continue reading

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VALENTINE, COME WITH ME TO THE KISSING TREE

by Raji Singh Who would ever think? A broken furnace boiler leading to my first real kiss. Oh, there’d been plenty on the cheek – by mother, all the aunties, by my imaginary muses, Rrrose Heather, Mama Lucy, and yech … Continue reading

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CHEF R.K.’S GOURMET SURPRISE

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction.  Typhoon tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphaned foundling, taken in by new loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh.  Now, … Continue reading

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USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO FIND YOUR PASSION

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction.  Typhoon tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphaned foundling, taken in by new loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh.  Now, … Continue reading

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