Stephen Metcalfe

Nothing to do, nothing to do, put a rocket in my shoe… Yeah, well, these days I wish I could. How is it one can be busy and focused pretty much one’s entire adult life and then suddenly hit a time where you get up, make a cup of coffee, retreat to the living room,…

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Well, here I am in the eleventh week of recuperating from a total knee replacement and upon reflection, what I have to say is this. All the fellow tennis players I know who have gone through the procedure and told me they “wished they’d done it sooner”? They were either suffering from memory loss or…

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Talk about a Christmas gift. My sister in law sent me something from the family archives back in Connecticut. How she found it I don’t know. It’s a poem I must have written around my third year of college and sent home. I have no idea who kept it. It’s about my father. He and…

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The Annual Christmas Post When Wayne McKee walks into his kitchen, he is suddenly and obliquely aware of how cold and grey and unkempt the room is. Is it possible that it’s changed in the three minutes it took him to get to and from the back door of the house? As if seeing it…

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I’ve been working on some different things and haven’t posted in a while. I thought I’d throw out a small blast from the past. These are two excerpts from my novel, The Practical Navigator, published in 2016. * “You seem particularly edgy today.” “Do I? You don’t.” In the five weeks that Anita’s been seeing…

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