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    Fruit of the Dead: A Collection of Poetry
    Fruit of the Dead: A Collection of Poetry
    Fruit of the Dead: A Collection of Poetry
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    Fruit of the Dead: A Collection of Poetry

    By D.R. Perry

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    Days of scarcity. Nights of frigid repose.
    A lean season reflects how the darkest corners of a creative mind are tempted to lie down in drifts of snow.

    Fruit of the Dead is a leathery-skinned orb, filled with seeds of discontent. Like the pomegranate, it’s best consumed slowly.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherD.R. Perry
    Release dateDec 2, 2018
    ISBN9780463883006
    Fruit of the Dead: A Collection of Poetry
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    D.R. Perry

    D.R. Perry lives in Rhode Island, where all her books are set. Although she's not a native New Englander, once up north she got so inspired she couldn't leave. A wild Northern Muse attacked. D.R. used Typing; it was Super Effective. D.R. writes all kinds of things. Mostly, they have strange and unusual elements. Not strange isotopes or Strontium or anything like that, but creatures who are people or people who are creatures. Beware of the Attack Poetry and rampant puns. Keep off the grass, or the song parodies may bite. She lives with her husband, daughter, and dog in the Ocean State, which she loves to remind people is not an island and not Long Island. D.R. is well aware that her home state has both of those things, but isn't defined by them. Maybe she likes it here so much because it reminds her that she's also more than the sum of her parts. D.R. hopes you have as much fun reading her books as she did writing them.

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