Posted by George Polley on Sunday, May 12, 2013,
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short story
The ancient bird
We were in the midst of one of those late winter storms that Minnesota has when I saw him. It was one of those storms that dumps heavy, wet snow and blows it around in blasts of icy needles that sting your face and takes your breath away. As I stepped out through the door of the hospital where I work, the wind lunged at me, and I set off running for the bus shelter with one hand on my hat and the other gripping my briefcase. My face burned from the cold. Behind me the big fl... Continue reading ...
Grandfather and the deer, a story
Posted by George Polley on Monday, July 18, 2011,
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short story
This is one of my Grandfather stories, but without the Raven. It was inspired by a wildlife incident, recorded on NHK, the Japanese public television network, about a young female deer that had fallen through the ice on a Hokkaido lake. She was being harassed by a flock of hungry crows who were trying to knock her down. She lifted herself up onto the shore and went into the forest. In my story she appears at a farm owned by Grandfather Ueda. The story begins from there.
Grandfather and the D... Continue reading ...
"The Grocery Thief" -- a Grandfather and the Raven story
Posted by George Polley on Saturday, July 9, 2011,
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short story
The Grocery Thief
I don't think there's a human being alive who is familiar
with crows and ravens who doesn't think of them as thieves.
They rummage through garbage, steal crops from farmers,
steal eggs from the nests of other birds, and kill their young.
Ask most anyone what their opinion is of ravens and crows
and they respond reflexively “They're noisy, and they're all thieves and
robbers.”
Then, with... Continue reading ...
Grandfather and the Mean Dog
Posted by George Polley on Friday, July 1, 2011,
In :
short story
Since it was a beautiful, sunny day, grandfather decided to
walk along the Motsukisamu River, which was near
the condominium where he and grandmother lived.
As he was leaving, grandmother said: “Now, you be careful of
those dogs that run around there, because they bark, and they've been known to
bite, especially one of them. That little monster is a vicious little gray
devil with very sharp teeth, who has b... Continue reading ...
"Pavlov's Man", a flash fiash fiction story
Posted by George Polley on Saturday, May 28, 2011,
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short story
Pavlov's man was my friend. We worked together for several
years in an office in Seattle, Washington. In fact, we started there on the
same day. He got a big corner office, and I got the office next door. His
office came equipped with a large saltwater fish tank in which there were four
or five fish. I only recall four of them: Pavlov, a spiny box puffer named
Yoda, a small, gray, nondescript fish, and a small red-and-bl... Continue reading ...
Grandfather and the Deer, a story
Posted by George Polley on Wednesday, May 11, 2011,
In :
short story
This is a story about Grandfather and a deer that predates Grandfather's meeting Sir Raven, his big raven friend. Set on the farm of Grandfather's brother, it is a poignant story of compassion and recovery.
Grandfather and the Deer
One
One morning when grandfather and
grandmother were visiting his younger brother on the family farm, grandfather
looked out the window and said:
“Look, broth... Continue reading ...
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About Me
| George Polley |
| Sapporo, Japan |
I'm an author, fiction writer and poet. My recent publications are "The Old Man and The Monkey," "Grandfather and the Raven", and "Bear", a story about an unusual dog and his human friend Andy, published by
Taylor Street Publishing, San Francisco. A collection of short stories, "Fernandez' Tale and Other Stories", and a poetry collection "Seeing: Collected Poems, 1973-1999", were published by Tortoise & Hare.
I love telling stories, so drop by from time to time for updates.
My publisher is Taylor Street Publishing in San Francisco, California.
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