Uvi Poznansky's Blog, page 140

I reckon she saw some clue of what was coming

Lenny’s gone, but still, I’m thinking about him, about how he’s touched on that time, the lost time nearly five years ago, when I went out the door, swearing I ain’t gonna come back to him, not ever. What he hasn’t said—and what left such a bitter taste in my mouth—is how he told me, back then, “You are a nice kid, Anita. Go, go back to where you came from. Go back to your mama.” And what he don’t know is that ma wasn’t all too happy to see me, “Because,” she said, “I told you so, didn’t I? Didn’t I say, he’s gonna grow tired of you, and dump you before you know it? He’s gonna go back to his wife, ‘cause it’s her that he wants—not you! And if not her, then—then, it must be something else with him, always something else, like, looking for other women. Maybe they remind him, somehow, of that thing, who knows what it is, which he found in her. Maybe what he’s really looking for is just, like, the idea of her.” And when I mumbled, “Whatever,” ma said, “I knew it! She can twist him around her little finger, if she wants to.”She didn’t tell me nothing else about this thing, this idea of her, which ma thought was fixed, somehow, in Lenny’s head, like some piece of music; and I, I didn’t ask. Instead, I bought a six-pack for her and a six-pack for me, and we sat down on her pillows, on the narrow iron bed, drinking beer; she talking, me weeping all night, after which ma wiped my face, and grabbed the palm of my hand—like she used to do in the old days—to read it. And she told me to stay put, to wait for her, ‘cause she had something crucial, something real big to tell me, like, about the future. I reckon she saw some clue of what was coming—but didn’t quite grasp it, not in full, anyway, ‘cause the next thing you know, ma went out, came back a second later, picked the empty beer bottles, and took them with her. Along the way she gave me a peck, smack in the middle of my forehead, which surprised me. Then, having kissed me goodbye, she went out again, and then... Then, on her way to work, right there on the corner of Euclid Street—Bang! I could hear the sound, out there—she was killed in a car accident. 

Anita in My Own Voice


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This is more than a game of chess

This is more than a game of chessYour move is more than just a guess:
Our party is so fine
Join us, let us pour the wine!

We’ll bring sweets to celebrateA hard-fought battle… So don’t be late! Meet us here, be our knightsLets move across the blacks and whites!

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Muse

The lamp swings like a pendulum, pictures sway on their nails Then slip down the walls, leaving scratched trails Amidst the quake, the grief, the confusion and scare Slowly ascending is my father's armchair 
And beyond all these outlines of what I see there Beyond the sofa, the knickknacks, the old furniture Light pours in, and it paints something new It reveals, it unveils at this moment a clue 
The clue to a presence only he could once see A presence he longed for, because only she Could call him back home, and envelop him so Touching-not-touching, her hands all aglow 
These pages, upon which he'll never scribble a line Are floating from the shadows, into the shine Only she can now read the blanks, she and no other He's ascending into the hands of his muse, his mother.



Here is a detail from the top center of my oil painting, My Father's Armchair, and a detail from its bottom. These details are also visible on the cover of my poetry book, Home. While everyone notices the hands at the bottom, few discover the subtle appearance of the face at the top, because it exists in a different layer than reality, hinting at the presence of a muse... 
 It is extremely difficult to photograph this piece, because the layer of gold, which is exposed in places, reflects light in unpredictable ways. So I snapped the picture in one room, then another, with diffused daylight coming from the side, the front, the top, with and without flash, then took it outside and snapped it in sunlight, in the shadow, here, there and everywhere... You get the picture.
At last I found one version that looked fine to me. First I had to fit the image to a prescribed size (according the book size I have in mind.) Then I created the shadows of the lettering. You may notice that the shadow's color is not black, but rather it is the darkest purple of the painting (which can be seen in the lower left corner.) Also, I blurred these shadows, so they do not have hard edges, but fuzzy ones. Then I selected a soft yellow, with which I typed the title, Home; and a less bright version of this yellow, with which I typed my name and my father's. Being brighter, the title 'comes forward' in relationship to the author names. 


Normally I would make sure that all text fields are of the same width, or that they are arranged in a way that the one on top has the shortest width, and the one at the bottom has the longest width, which creates a sense of stability. Not so here, because I view my childhood home through the shaky lens of memory...

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"Not only does the author take the reader into a wonderful world where words are like music, ebbing and flowing with a rhythm that is captivating and beautiful, but she also gives life to her father's writings"

Make no mistake: this is a war

Make no mistake: this is a warEveryone's fighting for a score!Shall I hide here, in the dungeonWait for my foe to raise his bludgeon?
No! My secret weapon let me wield And come out on the battlefield!With you by me, let's make historyAnd charge ahead to victory!

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Make no mistake: this is a warEveryone's fighting for a s...

Make no mistake: this is a warEveryone's fighting for a score!Shall I hide here, in the dungeonWait for my foe to raise his bludgeon?
No! My secret weapon let me wield And come out on the battlefield!With you by me, let's make historyAnd charge ahead to victory!

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Superb and unique

I love the reviewer for reading all three of the novels in my historical fiction series, and in particular for his review of the last King David's novel in the series, The Edge of Revolt:

5.0 out of 5 stars Superb and unique (well not quite as his too other books are cut from the same fabric).ByRichard A Deckeron February 26, 2016Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase This is the third book in a series about the life of (King) David. Read the others first. I LOVED all three. The reader gets to see inside Davids's head about everything that is going on in his life. It is enlightening and entertaining. I had a hard time putting the books down (well my phone). This book is not at all about the details in doing anything David talks about. By that I mean you never get to hear how his breakfast is gotten together and cooked and served. Or how he gets his armies together and how he feeds them But you get to see inside him - his fears, his loves, his hates, his dreams. I wish there were more like ethis.

The Inspiration for A Touch of Passion

Suzanne Jenkins, my good friend and the author of the Pam of Babylon series has just posted an interview with me, which she preceded with these heartfelt words:

You may have noticed I’ve linked to Uvi’s blog a lot recently. She’s the force behind the two boxed set anthologies, At Odds with Destiny, and A Touch of Passion in which my books are included. Uvi is a fierce advocate for authors and sacrificially works to promote the books of so many of us, asking very little outside of our participation in promotion in return. Recently I asked her to share what inspired her to begin the process of organizing the boxed sets. Her reply explains in part what drives her to the selfless work she does on behalf of me and many other writers.

What to know my answer? Check it out here:

The Inspiration for A Touch of Passion

Beautifully lyrical story of love and loss

I am thrilled to find a great review for my novel, The Music of Us. It is written by top Amazon reviewer and author Sheila Deeth. In addition to her novel, Divide by Zero, she has written The Five Minute Bible Story Series, and many other books. With a Masters in mathematics from Cambridge University, England, she is a a top reviewer for Amazon, Goodreads, Gather and other reading sites. Here is her review:

5.0 out of 5 stars Beautifully lyrical story of love and lossBySheila DeethVINE VOICEon April 15, 2016Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase Uvi Poznasky’s The Music Of Us is a beautifully lyrical story of love and loss, covering the years from the Second World War to Vietnam and the 1970s. The novel builds a great sense of time and place from smooth, well-chosen details. Never intrusive, but always totally convincing, the threads of real events weave between the dance steps of love and the music of a wonderful soundtrack that frames the tale. The Music of Us is a sweet, sometimes crazy romance, with heart-warming longing, hilarious accident, and wonderful scenes that stick in the mind afterward. It’s also a beautiful walk into memory, haunted with those questions of loss that hide behind music and love.

The Music Of Us is the third in a sequence of novels, and a wonderful crown to the tale. Readers certainly don’t need to have read Apart From Love beforehand, and Music is hauntingly complete in its own right. It deepens the story of the earlier novel by adding time’s perspective, setting up the scene from which Apart begins. But it tells so story all its own, achingly lovely and sad.

Lyrical, musical, and hauntingly genuine, told in a voice that ages convincingly and loves completely, The Music Of Us lingers beautifully in the mind, long after the story’s told, and is a truly great read.

Disclosure: I thought I was just getting more of the original story, but this is so much more!

Call to Arms: fighting alone is far from enough

We’re honored to compete for the Readers Choice awardBut fighting alone is far from enoughTo win we need not a shield, not a swordBut rather your voice, in a battle that’s rough
So join us here, and make your move now‘Cause in this war, your voice will sure countCast it for A TOUCH OF PASSION and we vowTo ride to victory with you! Horses ready to mount
Call your friend here, let’s forge an an armyWith your love behind us, come and disarm me.

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Such A Lovely Children's Story

Here is a beautiful review by Robin Lee, a Top 500 reviewer, for my children's book, Now I Am Paper:

5.0 out of 5 stars Such A Lovely Children's Story,,,,,ByRobin LeeTOP 500 REVIEWERon April 11, 2016Format: Kindle Edition This is a kind of bittersweet, sorrow short, bedtime story, by author Uvi Poznansky............It's metaphor fro a longing for a child .....Also, a hidden meaning about society and our destroying of trees.......The entire story rhymes in flowery prose, even though the words are easy to read....I appreciate that the author took the time to put the words right along with the illustrations.....The illustrations are lovely, big, bright and colorful......Rhyming tend to hold children's attention span more and make them giggle.....It looked nice on my kindle........

The story is about a Tree and it's longing for the child who used to touch and climb it's branches.....As, seasons and years go by, the Tree is alone and getting very old......One day someone will come and chop it down.......Even though I felt that was a sad part in the story......Something magical happens afterwards .....You need to read to find out..........

At the end of the book, the author puts the whole entire poem there, so you can read it again........

For children ages 4-6 ........

E-copy given to review by author,