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About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.

May 9, 1502

Tis th’ moment, th’ sound o’ th’ anchor risin,’ Th’ smel o’ soil soon tae be but a mem’ry, Th’ winds a fillin’ th’ sheets, an’ Th’ great meestery o’ darkness, Nae a star tae follow, Th’ sky indeed covers … Continue reading

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The Stores

Mak ready, coil th’ ropes Set your stores ablow. fair th’ hulls load the tuns an’ th’ flagons stow the oakum An’  blacken th’ sides wi’ pitch Mak ready for th’ roll o’ th’ sea . . . Th’ sirens … Continue reading

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Sanctuary on the Via de Santiago

Whe’ wrathful blows th’ foamy An’ th’ win` cuts tae th’ marrow An’ th’ clouds drap doon thair ire wi’ a mighty fis’ and breath. Come seek for th’ sheltering bosom ‘yon th’ wavy tunder. A place called home it … Continue reading

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Palos

City o’ th’ west Maker o’ widows Mater o’ orphans releaser o’ sorrows City o’ woes thou art nah home tah me City o’ th’ west Gatherer o’ the lost Gateway tah th’ abyss Tah th’ yawning jaws o’ Bleak … Continue reading

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The Portage

Ye can smell th’ fresh new season; ‘Tis in th’ air and in th’ moist turned brou. ‘Tis found in th’ wattles and In th’ lapping o’ waves In th’ green hills ‘n’ in th’ Purple lupins that blsses th’ … Continue reading

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The Quiet Men

Men o’ flesh ‘n’ bone Sea faring men Have forsaken thair mother’s arms Fur th’ guilders an’mysteries o’ Calypso. Men o’ flesh ‘n’ bone Answer tae th’ call o’ th’ villain wind She lures thaim frae th’ shores Tae th’ … Continue reading

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The Ancient Queen

In the land called Tír na nÓg. Frae th’ days of aulden wonders, Frae th’ days of that first dawning, Sin th’ days o’ a’ creation, Frae th’ corners of th’ continent, To th’ edges of th’ brim, Across the … Continue reading

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Season of the Wind

Th’ toun has shut her eyelids tight, Th’ selvic dwellers too, An’ nae new place is safe fro’ lee While angry seas blow foam. Th’ seagull overlooks th’ toun, the mastiff guards the bay, ‘n’ whin th’ footsteps o’ th’ … Continue reading

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The Mariner’s Grief

Na a soul finds favor, Nae one mother’s son. Nae even th’ cauld stanes Find rest inside the water kip. Na beast is cried upon. Na air remains tae breathe Into oor lungs. Na single thing is new, Na mother’s … Continue reading

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Th’ Men o’ th’ Ocean Sea

It was th’ tide o’ kings an’ kingly men, Whe’ the worl’ was young It was a tide o’ greatness, O’ great men, an’ great deeds, An’ monumental moments. Thay shook th’ pillars o’ heaven whin thay traivelt upon th’ … Continue reading

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