Here is a collection of my writings kept in seven notebooks from May 2004 until May 2016 -three years of work. These passages just came to me spontaneously. These are wacky words. Jammed joy. Twisted letters. Wackers. Wowie. Wierdy Ohs. Tingers. Zingers. Listening to educational public radio, FM, I heard repeatedly an advertisement for the Maplewood Cemetery in Marion Indiana. That is where I got the name for this book. I have never been to Marion or to that cemetery.Maplewood: Green sunny meadows, thick forest, rolling river, large blue lake, rocks and beaches, wildlife, wind, sky, sun, moon and stars, nymphs, unseen forces in nature, octaves, harmonies, pleasant rolling and repeating sounds, Aeolian mysteries.