Louis McKraker : Writing

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I.

A Chapter by Louis McKraker


The first conversation...
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II.

A Chapter by Louis McKraker


A Conversation Among Humans...
 The Day-Star's Conversation With The Night-Sun (work-in-progress)

The Day-Star's Conversation With The Night-Sun (w..

A Book by Louis McKraker


This story will shift from poetry/stanza chapters to standard/justified story chapters. Poetry/Fiction, revolving around conversations between God and..
There Is Life Left Unattended

There Is Life Left Unattended

A Poem by Louis McKraker


AUTHOR’S NOTE Upon my return to my home, after much time away; seeing the elements (the greatest of them, time itself) taking it back s..
The Shifting Winds of Sanity I-IV

The Shifting Winds of Sanity I-IV

A Poem by Louis McKraker


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When the Peasants Stand Their Ground

When the Peasants Stand Their Ground

A Poem by Louis McKraker


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What Is A World without A Woman's Voice?

What Is A World without A Woman's Voice?

A Poem by Louis McKraker


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The Easiness

The Easiness

A Poem by Louis McKraker


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Who Tells the Maple When to Shed Its Leaves?

Who Tells the Maple When to Shed Its Leaves?

A Poem by Louis McKraker


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How I Write Poetry--The Way Lovers Have Always Felt--Nothing Else

How I Write Poetry--The Way Lovers Have Always Fel..

A Poem by Louis McKraker


If I may venture an opinion on my own body of work, this then is one of my personal favorites... It's a poem written [too] cellist Caroline LaVelle mo..

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