Broad Street Books

Broad Street Books in Branchville, NJ has agreed to stock copies of my book, Private Hercules McGraw: Poems of the American Civil War.

Broad Street Books is a beautiful store and I’m proud to have my book on its shelves.

From Broad Steet’s website:

“Broad Street Books is an independent used book store specializing in a wide variety of non-fiction books, children & young adult’s literature, and leather-bound classics. Our shop is located right in the center of Branchville NJ in the square at 1 Mill Street.

We carry a wide assortment of books and cds.

Some of our categories are: Art, Architecture, Photography, Painting/Drawing, Design, Cooking, Fashion, Gardening, Pets/Animals/Nature, Children’s Books, Young Adult, History, Religion, Philosophy, Mythology/Occult, Sports, Science, Chess, Music, Transportation (auto, trains, planes, and ships), Sociology, Psychology, plus many others. We also carry a large selection of Classical Cds.”

Wonderful: Exploring Why I Write – Entry I

It’s Sunday morning. My family and I are usually getting ready for church. It’s my job to get my son (8) dressed in churchy clothes. I also comb his hair. It’s my wife’s job to critique my work. Do his clothes match? Does his hair look good? It’s a system, a good system, a routine that I enjoy; however, thanks to Hurricane Sandy, our church, Jacksonville Chapel in Lincoln Park, NJ, is powerless. Electricity is presently a rare and valued commodity in Northern New Jersey. Sadly, this morning’s church service has been cancelled. Lord willing, we’ll be back in church next week.

It’s 8am. My son is wearing a Snoopy t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in the right knee. And his hair, it’s still disheveled. (So is mine.) Obviously, I’ve a bit more time than I usually have on a Sunday morning, time to think a bit, time to wonder.

That’s why I write. That’s why I’m a poet. Well, it’s one reason, anyway. I wonder. As much as I can, I sit still and wonder.

In my next post, I’ll explore this “wondering” a bit more. I’ll wonder why I wonder.