“Scientific Experiment”

From the soon-to-be-released YA sci-fi novel, The Red Knot . . .

“Chairman Mao?” Hu guessed.

Shi de.  This was my father’s.  He was a Red Army soldier.  Read the quote on the back.”

Hu took the faded paper and flipped the photo over.  He read aloud,

Where do correct ideas come from? Do they drop from the skies? No. Are they innate in the mind? No. They come from social practice and from it alone. They come from three kinds of social practice: the struggle for production, the class struggle and scientific experiment.” 

As Hu handed back the photo of Mao, Chen laughed at his confounded expression.  “Keep it.”

Hu nodded his thanks and slipped the picture of Mao in the breast pocket of his uniform.

Read the first two books of the Days of the Guardian trilogy, The Red String and The Red Cloak!
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All The Rowboats by Regina Spektor

All the rowboats, in the paintings
They keep trying to row away
And the captain’s worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They’ll keep hanging, in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats, in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row awayHear them whispering, French and German
Dutch, Italian and Latin
When no one’s looking, I touch a sculpture
Marble, gold, and soft as satin
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins, they keep coughin’
They’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to singFirst there’s lights out, then there’s lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It’s their own fault for being timeless
There’s a price to pay, and a consequence
All the galleries and museums
“Here’s your ticket, welcome to the tombs”
They’re just public mausoleums–
The living dead fill every room
But the most special are the most lonely
God, I pity the violins
In glass coffins, they keep coughin’
They’ve forgotten, forgotten how to singThey will stay there, in their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away

First there’s lights out, then there’s lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It’s their own fault for being timeless
There’s a price to pay, and a consequence
All the galleries and museums
They will stay there forever and a day

All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away
All the rowboats in the oil paintings
They keep trying to row away, row away

Lyrics submitted by Anna Jarvis.

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Days of the Guardian, Volume 3 – Coming in Fall 2015!

From the upcoming release, The Red Knot !

      “I think that’s why the Guardian brought us all together,” Pastor Dave said.  “It’s beneficial to be with other people who have experienced heartaches.  We understand each other.  You are each small heroes in your everyday actions of compassion and kindness.  Like the Captain said at Joshua’s funeral, ‘There are two choices before us. One is to stay alone in our grief and hopelessness. The other is to move through it together. Let’s travel the road of sorrow as one.’

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Frogging

“No, Li, this row should be all knitting, not purling. When you work in the round, the right side is always facing you. Some people dislike purling, so they knit everything in the round.”

“So, I have to undo all this?” Li looked up at Ellen in frustration. She responded by trying to make a joke.

”Do you know what knitters call it when they undo lots of stitches? ‘Frogging’- because they ‘rip-it, rip-it.’“ Li rolled his eyes as Ellen did a lame imitation of a frog’s ‘rib-bit.’

“I know, it’s silly. Look, we all make mistakes! Don’t get too upset about it. Knitters are always learning.” Li smirked as she continued, “Knitting, like many skills, has a way of keeping you humble.”

The Red String, Chapter 10, The Mission

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