A Fiction First: “Beware the Ides of September”

I’ve just had my first ghost story, “Beware the Ides of September,” published in The RavensPerch. I wrote the story back in the fall because I was feeling the loss of my dad, and I thought that writing a ghost story would be a way to see him again. The writing did not go as intended.

I submitted the completed story to The RavensPerch because of how much Elliott enjoyed writing his column for the Aroostook Episcopal Cluster newsletter. He titled it “From the Crow’s Nest,” referring to himself as le corbeau. Sadly, I never got the opportunity to ask him why.

Click on “From the Crow’s Nest” below to read my story.

39 thoughts on “A Fiction First: “Beware the Ides of September”

  1. Liz, I read your piece and left a comment over at http://www.theravensperch.com. It’s a beautifully written story that hit me hard because of the timing. I’m dealing with my own aging-father emotions, and reading this gave me a way to face the hodgepodge of feelings I’m experiencing. Thank you, and kudos.

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  2. Namaste Liz, how are you? 🙂

    Tender, touching, evocative prose nestled between lines of love and loss: these pressing thoughts on a late summer’s breeze, a Raven flew through autumn’s trees, straining branches, stirring leaves, flutter stutter, passed memories.

    The Ides of March at rest were gone,
    When then September came along,
    Le Corbeau sung his haunting song,
    Words to close one last sermon.

    Brightest Blessings. Namaste 🙂


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      1. Namaste Liz 🙂

        A pleasure to read, thank you for airing and sharing your sentimental words.

        Winter’s grey fades away,
        Clear skies azure blue,
        Buds and leaves adorn tall trees,
        Lit by pearls of dew.
        In every way a beautiful day,
        Just like the first day of Spring,
        The Sun is out, without a doubt
        New life shines from everything..

        Enjoy a wonderful afternoon 🙂

        Namaste 🙂


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  3. I really enjoyed reading your beautiful and evocative story, Liz. How carefully you always called him “the spirit of my father.” Not quite the real thing, but your eternal impression of him. And the humor, too, of the flocks and gaggles of phone users crossing the street. Nice work. Congratulations!!

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  4. Congratulations, your blog has been included in INTERESTING BLOGS in FRIDAY FOSSICKING at


    Thank you, Chris.

    One of the most poignant and powerful portrayal of love for a parent that I have read. You depicted that presence I know I often feel about my parents also…I read it with memories trickling down my cheeks, happily though, as I felt the familiarity of their love.

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  5. Liz! It’s wonderful, just wonderful. So powerful and rich. I caught myself shedding a tear or two as I lost my own father back in August, the ides of August to be honest. I really loved your story and will be thinking of it all day. 🌷

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