Poetry came to me as a shy girl, dressed in sweet shades and glow. She winked at me, seduced me, and unaware, I fell in love with her. Holding hands, we trekked many terrains, visited wonderlands and monuments on earth. Come, let me carry you in my hands like a dream. You will love to explore my pages!

Everything in this cosmos is linked by a unique thread of uniting the imagination of every being and non-being. They are related to one another, strung together like beads and are connected by a magic faith. Life is expected to revolve like an escalator as the cycle hopes to move us forward despite the fear and pain of birth and death.

Unwritten, undiscovered lines still adore you in every colour and hue. Words and thoughts spring from your soul in a garden of intricately carved images and similes. You rule as the emperor, sitting on a thrown of sounding syllables. With an empty pen and mute mind, they wait for your smile.

Poetry came to me as a shy girl, dressed in sweet shades and glow. She winked at me, seduced me, and unaware, I fell in love with her. Holding hands, we trekked many terrains, visited wonderlands and monuments on earth. Come, let me carry you in my hands like a dream. You will love to explore my pages!

James Everett Kibler is known for his lyrical and poignant tales of Southern agrarianism and his critical examinations of the modern world. In his latest novel, the same themes are explored in the story of Mister Pink Suber, whose five children have moved away after the death of his wife. Alone, he goes on tending his land and livestock while mentoring his young neighbor and friend, Trig Tinsley, in the ways of farming and life. Written in the loose style of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales or Sherwood Anderson's Winesburg, Ohio, Memory's Keep is a nostalgic and bittersweet flashback, revealing the formative experiences of Trig Tinsley, the unforgettable curmudgeon at the center of Walking Toward Home, Kibler's previous novel, also set in Clay Bank County. The novel exceeds Trig's individual life, taking us back over a century and a half ago to a time when daily life was more tangibly tied to the land. Memory's Keep contains a world full of sacredness and steadfastness rooted in Kibler's connection to nature and the sensibilities of Celtic imagination. (Back Flap) Born and raised in upcountry South Carolina, James Everett Kibler spends much of his spare time tending to the renovation of an 1804 plantation home and the reforestation of the surrounding acreage. He is the author of Our Fathers' Fields: A Southern Story, for which he was awarded the prestigious Fellowship of Southern Writers Award for Nonfiction in 1999, Child to the Waters, a collection of Southern fables, and a novel, Walking Toward Home, all published by Pelican. He divides his time between Maybinton, South Carolina, and Athens, Georgia, where he serves as a professor of English at the University of Georgia.

Everything in this cosmos is linked by a unique thread of uniting the imagination of every being and non-being. They are related to one another, strung together like beads and are connected by a magic faith. Life is expected to revolve like an escalator as the cycle hopes to move us forward despite the fear and pain of birth and death.

Running a historic Inn on beautiful Shadow Lake is a satisfying life for the Amish King sisters. Until love stirs a longing for more . . . When Abigail King stumbles upon a man lying on the beach near her family inn, her every instinct says to help the stranger. With his memory gone, “Jonah” is reluctant to contact the authorities, so Abigail offers him shelter, despite her sisters’ reservations. As she nurses him back to health, Abigail helps him recover his lost past, creating a quilt from images of the shattered fragments he recalls. But with every square Abigail adds, she wonders if she is falling for a man who can never truly be hers . . . Jonah feels at home at The Shadow Lake Inn with the lovely Abigail, at peace with the Amish lifestyle she lives. But as the pieces of his past are sewn together, the mystery only deepens—until he knows the only way forward is to turn himself in to the police, to finally discover the truth of who he really is. For the one thing worse than not knowing his past, is not knowing what the future holds for him and Abigail . . .