Fred
Cheney lives in rural Maine in the house where he
grew up and where he learned to read and write with the help of
a kerosene lamp. He grooms nature trails in his 60-acre woodlot. In fact, his great (x?) grandparents acquired the land in a grant
from King George, after he stole it from the Pejepscot Indians. Fred
plays pidjin bluegrass on his guitar. Now retired, he divides his
time between volunteering at the local elementary school, a nearby
homeless shelter, and with a veterans’ project. And he writes
some. His writing is in or will appear in the Sandy
River Review, Goose River Anthology, Omni, and Parabola. He
volunteers at the local elementary school and at a veterans' group.
When he finds time, he writes. Book
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