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Angels Sleeping in Trees
Angels Sleeping in Trees
Angels Sleeping in Trees
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The angels napped, snacked, played craps, rolled the dice across celestial floors, played havoc in the world, in peoples minds and souls but took their evening respite in the trees.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateOct 25, 2021
ISBN9781664196827
Angels Sleeping in Trees
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Al Ferber

Al Ferber a septuagenerian going on 13. Born. Regrettably… A North Philly kid. Survived education at Temple U., Penn State, Villanova U. Alcoholic 30 years. Sober 23 years. Indenture servant to Catherine the Great 34 years. Learned to love and appreciate cats and one dog. Authored 30 books of poems, 2 novels, 3 chap books. Poems in Magazines in U.S., England, Scotland, France. Still alive, on the downward path of the sliding board, as of this writing. An undocumented alien in the world. Resides Ocean City, NJ surrounded by water with Cathi, Luna, Mitzi, and Opal. So there.

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    Angels Sleeping in Trees - Al Ferber

    Copyright © 2021 by Al Ferber.

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

    Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

    Rev. date: 10/25/2021

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    CONTENTS

    acknowledgements

    The Music

    confession no. 324

    the wind as musician

    The Nature of Stars

    Twisted Evergreens

    Taking Shape

    Maturation In Retrograde

    Equivocation

    The Corner Song

    Writer Application Form

    Rt. 95

    Summer Sun

    Samuel Coleridge

    Sunny Day At The Compound

    Confusion

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

    cover art by al ferber

    with his permission

    all names places dates thoughts musings words

    contained herein are FICTIONAL

    there is absolutely nothing contained in or with

    5,000 miles of this book that is/are not by me.

    my permission is hereby given to print every damn

    word. my name is al ferber. got that!!!!!!!!!!

    all of these words first appeared in Mangle-zine.

    reproduced here with my permission. al ferber, editor

    and publisher. That would be me. If its all the same

    to you incompetent bastards.

    dedicated to Cathi

    my wife

    higher power

    honey bunny

    best friend

    gate keeper

    sparring partner

    soul sacrificer

    multi tasker

    and benefactor

    crossword

    jig saw

    and human

    puzzle wizard !!!

    THE MUSIC

    heard the classic music

    of the water buffalo

    in Africa

    chased by the wind

    dancing in the shallows

    radiating stubborn

    dignity

    the cries of angels

    trapped in the shadows

    of tall buildings

    in every city in the world

    the angels had been

    hanging

    sleeping

    lounging

    singing

    dancing in the trees

    long before

    i lifted my eyes

    to see them

    and eventually

    discovered

    they occupied

    every tree

    on the planet

    look up.

    you’re missing out

    on something special

    CONFESSION NO. 324

    didn’t dream this

    some might say i mused it

    but no

    always just me

    the room

    without interruption

    i look up at the ceiling

    turn

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