View from the forest floor

tales (4)

Tales from Tanglewood Hill

Daniel Messer

I Live in a Children's Book

Sunrise over a Kentucky wood

A few days ago I was talking with a lovely friend of mine about the area I inhabit. I don't quite want to say "the area I live in" because that implies my house alone, and this tale extends beyond any property lines connected to…

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Daniel Messer

Death of a Fixture

When a middle-aged man purchases a house only one year younger than himself, he'd be wise to expect to see some of his own health problems appearing within the dwelling. Some things don't work as well as they once did, others are leaking, and what's…

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Daniel Messer

Predator, Prey, and Puerile

The forest crawls with creatures borne from the crepuscular shroud hanging between the darkness and the light. Foxes stalk through the undergrowth, only giving themselves away with a flick of their tails as they disappear into another thicket. Those eyes you spot in the beam…

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Daniel Messer

The Floof

Let me tell you about Thursday morning. I moved to Bowling Green, Kentucky; but that didn't happen Thursday. That happened about two weeks before Thursday. I bring it up because you need to understand I'm in a new house, in a new neighbourhood, on the…

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