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'Rain'

Oct 17, 2016
Jordan Hackworth

by David Allan Cates

A flash on the ridge lengthens shadows, dims the wire
of ravens, and you retreat again tonight.

Madness drives us to bury seeds in what solitude
and night reveal—or perhaps it's only vigor.

Born in longing, words come to life in whispers,
the first truth I know.

Love, Lament, And Letters In A Montana Cabin

Mar 30, 2016

David Allan Cates talks about and reads from his latest novel, Tom Connor's Gift, about which Bryan Di Salvatore writes, "Coursing between anecdote and musing, this is a novel only grownups can understand. It is smart and ecstatic and it will break your goddamn heart."

About the book:

A recently-widowed doctor, stunned by grief, retreats to a cabin on Montana's Rocky Mountain Front. Inside she has a puppy and a stack of letters from an old lover. Outside, there's a bear. As she revisits the letters from Tom Connor, we come to see, through his eyes, the dusty, broken alleys of Central America during the war years. The two narratives taken together explore themes of life-long love, about what we can see only when we are ready to see, and how hope can grow in the darkest of places. The third in what the author sees as his "homecoming trilogy" (after Hunger in American and Ben Armstrong's Strange Trip Home), Tom Connor's Gift shines a light on the transformative act of storytelling.

Writing Grief Into Beauty

Aug 5, 2015

About the book:

06/20/2015 - Tannhauser, minstrel and renegade, is lured into Venusberg, the erotic realm of the love goddess, Venus.  There he luxuriates in lust and sinful pleasure. Finally it's all too much. He longs to return to friends, rules of Christian conduct, and most of all to Elisabeth, the chaste young woman who will love and rogive him. Desperate to be cleansed of his sins, Tannhauser embarks on a pilgrimage to Rome - but will that be enough to make him forget Venusberg?

http://www.wfmt.com/main.taf?p=12,10,7,3

Excerpt From Moonlight on Butternut Lake

May 29, 2015
HarperCollins

Mila got up from the desk, walked over to the dresser, took the ring box out of the bottom drawer, and then took the ring out of the box. She left the bedroom with the ring, padding softly down the hallway and stopping outside Reid’s bedroom door. There was a faint yellow band of light visible beneath his door, but there were no sounds coming from his room.

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