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About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.

Doña Margarita

   Here’s a “Kodak moment” with me and my grandma back in 1948. Her name was Margarita Ledesma. All my life she looked the same. She never changed. I have a picture of her when she was a young lady, … Continue reading

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El Centro

   Here I am. In the background I can see the front of our house in El Centro, California, in the Imperial Valley. It is just a couple of miles from the Mexico/U.S. border.  It was a small town back … Continue reading

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The Game

 “Joe! Come and eat!”    The tile floor in the bathroom felt cold against his bare feet.    “I am coming!” He shouted back angrily. He was drying himself quickly in the steamy bathroom. Everything, even the towel was damp … Continue reading

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Uncle Joe Takes a Hike

I have been stuck at home ever since this madness began. I am a senior citizen now, and a type II diabetic. I broke a toe in January, and I was just starting to get over it when the pandemic … Continue reading

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Prologue of the Fairies

   They are here, right now. They are among us, and all about us, the fairies. They hear our thoughts and the beatings of our hearts. And in our deepest sleep they dance inside our dreams and dust our days … Continue reading

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At the Blue Onion

   Everyone was gone, just Cousin Boy and I were in the house.  He was baby sitting me again, although I was starting to think I was getting too old now to need a baby sitter.  I was eight years … Continue reading

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What Thou Fearest the Most

Dear reader: I am working on a story. It is about a boy, a fairy, Columbus, my ancestry. I am trying to work it all out. Take a look.   “Hello?” She whispered softly. “Is somebody about?”    “SSSSSSSSS.” The sound came … Continue reading

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The Land of Nod

      Where is the way?       Where can I find me rest?       Where is the sea waters calm?         Where be the gentle spring?       Where be the soothing rays of sun?       There I will find me rest and I will       seek no more … Continue reading

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Did you know? Did you really know? That the last time That you saw me was the last time you saw me?   Did you know that The last thing I saw was your tail lights glowing red through the … Continue reading

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Thinking About Judy

Judy was a match made in heaven. She was thirteen years old and I was twenty. I got a job in the summer of 1968 as a camp counselor for the City of San Jose. It was the first year … Continue reading

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