First Sentence Friday

“When Salma peers into her daughter’s coffee cup, she knows instantly she must lie.”
~ Salt Houses by Hala Alyan

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Tuesday Poem

Carl Sandburg.   76. Fog

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

 

From Bartleby.com

First Sentence Friday

“Bruno Courréges, chief of police of the small French town of St. Denis, awoke a few seconds before six, just last he dawn was breaking.”
~ The Templars’ Last Secret by Martin Walker

Cliffside Park Reads

Book discussion groups are thriving in Cliffside Park. Several meet around town and Winston Towers as well as in the library (which has been meeting for about 15 or so years!)

If you are curious about what Cliffside Park has been reading, or looking for a book suggestion, try the compiled list and may the books find you.

Cliffside Park Reads

First Sentence Friday

“Vanessa dreams she is a grown woman, heavy with flesh and care.”
~ Gather the Daughters by Jennie Melamed

Tuesday Poem

“H. D.”  112. Pear Tree

SILVER dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted.
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;

no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;

O white pear,
your flower-tufts,
thick on the branch,
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.

 

from Bartleby.com

First Sentence Friday

“If my friends hadn’t decided that I should have a dog I would never have opened the gate and gone into the graveyard.”

~Birdcage Walk by Helen Dunmore

First Sentence Friday

“Life’s direction is ephemeral.” ~ The Trust by Ronald H. Balson