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April 18, 2014
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Elaine Raco Chase Dare the DevilDesigning WomanSpecial Delivery
Uvi Poznansky Rise to PowerA Favorite Son
Apart from LoveHome Stephanie Queen The Throwbacks
Mary Campisi A Family AffairPulling Home Ruth Cardello Maid for the Billionaire: Book 1 of the Legacy Collection
Donna Fasano Mountain LaurelHer Fake Romance Libby Fischer Hellmann Set the Night on FireBitter Veil Charity Parkerson The Sexy & the UndeadWanted Hexed or Alive
The Pixie & the PrinceThe Wizard the Wanton Stacy Juba Sink or Swim
Barbara Silkstone The Adventures of a Love Investigator, 527 Naked Men & One Woman
Aaron Paul Lazar Terror Comes KnockingTremolo: Cry of the Loon
Don’t Let the Wind Catch YouThe Seacrest John A. Miller Gladstone
James DiBenedetto Dream DoctorBetty & Howard's Excellent Adventure
A select group of authors has joined forces with meto bring you amazing storiesnarrated by great voice actors. This spring, we invite you for an early Mother’s Day picnic. Come listen to voice clips from the audiobooks You may win one of them!
Elaine Raco Chase Dare the DevilDesigning WomanSpecial Delivery
Uvi Poznansky Rise to PowerA Favorite Son
Apart from LoveHome Stephanie Queen The Throwbacks
Mary Campisi A Family AffairPulling Home Ruth Cardello Maid for the Billionaire: Book 1 of the Legacy Collection
Donna Fasano Mountain LaurelHer Fake Romance Libby Fischer Hellmann Set the Night on FireBitter Veil Charity Parkerson The Sexy & the UndeadWanted Hexed or Alive
The Pixie & the PrinceThe Wizard the Wanton Stacy Juba Sink or Swim
Barbara Silkstone The Adventures of a Love Investigator, 527 Naked Men & One Woman
Aaron Paul Lazar Terror Comes KnockingTremolo: Cry of the Loon
Don’t Let the Wind Catch YouThe Seacrest John A. Miller Gladstone
James DiBenedetto Dream DoctorBetty & Howard's Excellent Adventure
For me it doesn't come any shorter and sweeter than this
Just discovered this review, for me it doesn't come any shorter and sweeter than this!
5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderful!!!!, April 18, 2014By Keith Greenberg - See all my reviews
Verified Purchase(What's this?)This review is from: Rise to Power (The David Chronicles) (Kindle Edition)This book was amazing....Filled with action, romance, and humor!!! I am excited about reading the next book in the series...
5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderful!!!!, April 18, 2014By Keith Greenberg - See all my reviews
Verified Purchase(What's this?)This review is from: Rise to Power (The David Chronicles) (Kindle Edition)This book was amazing....Filled with action, romance, and humor!!! I am excited about reading the next book in the series...Forgive me, ma
Written by my father
Translated by me
Somewhere at night a string sings outAll's dark, silent, filled with doubtI'm alone, and you?Out there, in the cold, a string sings out
Forgive me ma, that under your wingA poet grew, only to sing Forgive me ma, I knew no way but runI was a defiant son!
In your life I sang you no songs, but now I miss—Forgive me ma, that I wiped off your kissWhich you gave me, thinking I were asleep...Now, after you're gone, I confess and I weep
I loved no one like you!After you were gone, I knewI had travelled to a place so alien, so coldHow bitter it had felt, to you I never told.
How you waited to receive a word from me, a letter,How I missed you! Only now I know betterNo longer am I ashamed to say, to try:Forgive me ma, now at last I am allowed to cry.
Here is my gifted narrator, Kathy Bell Denton, reading this poem:
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This is a watercolor painting--the largest I have painted--of my father. Measuring 40" x 30", this is called 'Silence of the Bard. Why a Bard? Because even though my father never played a musical instrument he composed beautiful images using the music of words. This is why the impression of the strings extends out into the landscape, which becomes a melodically conceived universe.
And, why Silence? because he never shared his last body of work with anyone. It is not been read by others, until now, until I published this book in his tribute: Home.
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Translated by me
Somewhere at night a string sings outAll's dark, silent, filled with doubtI'm alone, and you?Out there, in the cold, a string sings out
Forgive me ma, that under your wingA poet grew, only to sing Forgive me ma, I knew no way but runI was a defiant son!
In your life I sang you no songs, but now I miss—Forgive me ma, that I wiped off your kissWhich you gave me, thinking I were asleep...Now, after you're gone, I confess and I weep
I loved no one like you!After you were gone, I knewI had travelled to a place so alien, so coldHow bitter it had felt, to you I never told.
How you waited to receive a word from me, a letter,How I missed you! Only now I know betterNo longer am I ashamed to say, to try:Forgive me ma, now at last I am allowed to cry.
Here is my gifted narrator, Kathy Bell Denton, reading this poem:
If your browser wouldn't play it, try this.
This is a watercolor painting--the largest I have painted--of my father. Measuring 40" x 30", this is called 'Silence of the Bard. Why a Bard? Because even though my father never played a musical instrument he composed beautiful images using the music of words. This is why the impression of the strings extends out into the landscape, which becomes a melodically conceived universe.
And, why Silence? because he never shared his last body of work with anyone. It is not been read by others, until now, until I published this book in his tribute: Home.
★ Inspired by poetry? Get this book ★Home★ Audio ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
April 17, 2014
A mother's lullaby
Have you ever listened, I mean, really listened to the lyrics of 'Twinkle, twinkle'? The words can truly take on different meanings, which is something I explored in moments of despair and moments of hope in my novel.
When Ben goes to Sunrise Home to visit his mother, who has been diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's, he wonders about her. Can he reach her, can he evoke some memory in her mind? Her body is intact, but is it now merely an empty shell? He knows not what she has become, who she is... In the background, an old woman's voice can be heard, croaking a lullaby. And somehow, the words take on a meaning of a heart-wrenching farewell:
"Then, to the sound of the thin, painful voice in the distance, breathing the words, Though I know not... What you are... Twinkle, twinkle... Little star, I glance at my mother. I wonder if what I am going to say about this or that photograph will make any difference, because now I am starting to lose heart. I doubt we can ever find a way—be it a way back, or a way forward—to connect to each other.
The time I remember is no more than a wrinkle for her."
Ben in Apart From Love
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In another scene, Anita raises her eyes to the musical animal mobile, which she has hung up overhead, for her baby. She sings the words as she crosses her hands around her body, embracing him. Expecting new life, the lullaby takes on a meaning of hope:
"For now, I mean, until I get a cradle for my baby, it’s hung up in the bedroom window, right in the center, where the blinds meet. So at night, when I feel sad, or tired, or just sleepy, I pull out the little string to wind the thing up, which makes the animals go fly—fly like a dream—so slowly around your head. And at the same time, it brings out a sweet lullaby, chiming, Twinkle, twinkle, little star... How I wonder what you are...I stand here, by the window under the mobile. I touch the glass between one blind and another, and watch them animals, mirrored. They come in like ghosts, one after another, right up to the surface, swing around, and fly back out, into the dark. Then I gaze at them stars up there, so far beyond, and ask myself if they’re real—or am I, again, misreading some reflection."
Anita in Apart From Love
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The subject of motherhood is near and dear to my heart, and I express it in my writing and in my art, as you can see here:
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When Ben goes to Sunrise Home to visit his mother, who has been diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's, he wonders about her. Can he reach her, can he evoke some memory in her mind? Her body is intact, but is it now merely an empty shell? He knows not what she has become, who she is... In the background, an old woman's voice can be heard, croaking a lullaby. And somehow, the words take on a meaning of a heart-wrenching farewell:
"Then, to the sound of the thin, painful voice in the distance, breathing the words, Though I know not... What you are... Twinkle, twinkle... Little star, I glance at my mother. I wonder if what I am going to say about this or that photograph will make any difference, because now I am starting to lose heart. I doubt we can ever find a way—be it a way back, or a way forward—to connect to each other.
The time I remember is no more than a wrinkle for her."
Ben in Apart From Love
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In another scene, Anita raises her eyes to the musical animal mobile, which she has hung up overhead, for her baby. She sings the words as she crosses her hands around her body, embracing him. Expecting new life, the lullaby takes on a meaning of hope:
"For now, I mean, until I get a cradle for my baby, it’s hung up in the bedroom window, right in the center, where the blinds meet. So at night, when I feel sad, or tired, or just sleepy, I pull out the little string to wind the thing up, which makes the animals go fly—fly like a dream—so slowly around your head. And at the same time, it brings out a sweet lullaby, chiming, Twinkle, twinkle, little star... How I wonder what you are...I stand here, by the window under the mobile. I touch the glass between one blind and another, and watch them animals, mirrored. They come in like ghosts, one after another, right up to the surface, swing around, and fly back out, into the dark. Then I gaze at them stars up there, so far beyond, and ask myself if they’re real—or am I, again, misreading some reflection."
Anita in Apart From Love
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The subject of motherhood is near and dear to my heart, and I express it in my writing and in my art, as you can see here:
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Apart From Love★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★
April 15, 2014
The other side of obedience
“Go, why don’t you go back home,” he mutters, dismissing me with a casual wave of the hand.“Please,” I say. “Let me serve you. You’ll find my music soothing, I trust.”“Trust?” he says, locking eyes with me.“Just so, your majesty. Trust!”“There is no such thing, where I’m sitting.”“But my music—”“It awakens something in me,” he groans, pressing a hand against his temple. “Something I wish to ignore. An unspeakable sort of pain. There’s a demon in me, and I know—I just know he’ll break loose, he’ll take over, the moment I’ll let myself soften.” “Perhaps not,” I suggest. “If you soften, the pain may wash over you, heal your soul. You may find yourself rising anew, if only you would listen to me. Let me, your majesty. Let me play.” The king shakes his head, No. No.“It’s not the music,” he mutters. “It’s you. I can’t bare looking at you.”This leaves me dumbfounded, and I stand at his feet, waiting for what may come out of his lips next. After a while he moans, “Boy—”“Yes?” “Have you ever been wounded? Ever been on a battlefield?”“No,” I say. “My mother won’t let—”“Of course,” he bares his teeth, belittling me with laughter. “It’s always the mother. Yours must be a smart woman to keep you safe, away from any danger.” “I give you my word, I’ll follow you anywhere,” I say. “Even to the battlefield. Sounds exciting, no matter what my mother says.”He raises one of his eyebrows as if to say, I know how you feel. She hides the world from you, doesn’t she.“Yes,” I have to agree. “I hate it, hate being protected. Makes me wonder what’s on the other side of obedience.”He pays no attention to what I say. “Listen, boy. Let me tell you one thing: often, when I leave the bloodied scene and ride back here, a long way over the range of the mountains, I don’t even realize I’ve been wounded. My mind wanders, it roams elsewhere... But then…Then I look at myself. And what do I see? A slash, deep across my flesh... And this, this is the time—not a moment earlier—when the pain comes. In a snap, it takes a bite.”
Saul takes a long pause. Then he looks straight down at me. “That’s how I feel, right this minute,” he says. “That’s what your music does to me.”
David in Rise to Power
Listen to but a segment out of this excerpt, in the voice of my gifted narrator, David George:
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The awkward relationship between the tormented king Saul and the musician boy whose job it is to relieve him of his demons is the subject of numerous paintings in art history. Compare for example these two paintings. The modern painting by He Qi stages the two figures so that David is playing his music face to us, entirely taking by his divine inspiration which is symbolized by the white smoke rising fem his hand. Entirely oblivious to what the king does, David does not suspect that in a moment, a spear may pierce his back. It is up to you, the observer, to cry out and warn him.
By contrast, the traditionally executed oil painting by Ernst Josephson positions David and Saul facing each other. You can interpret David's pose two different ways. Perhaps he is raising his eyes above the king, to capture a divine inspiration--or else, he is taunting Saul with his youth and talent.
David and Saul by He Qi
David and Saul by Ernst Josephson
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Saul takes a long pause. Then he looks straight down at me. “That’s how I feel, right this minute,” he says. “That’s what your music does to me.”
David in Rise to Power
Listen to but a segment out of this excerpt, in the voice of my gifted narrator, David George:
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The awkward relationship between the tormented king Saul and the musician boy whose job it is to relieve him of his demons is the subject of numerous paintings in art history. Compare for example these two paintings. The modern painting by He Qi stages the two figures so that David is playing his music face to us, entirely taking by his divine inspiration which is symbolized by the white smoke rising fem his hand. Entirely oblivious to what the king does, David does not suspect that in a moment, a spear may pierce his back. It is up to you, the observer, to cry out and warn him.
By contrast, the traditionally executed oil painting by Ernst Josephson positions David and Saul facing each other. You can interpret David's pose two different ways. Perhaps he is raising his eyes above the king, to capture a divine inspiration--or else, he is taunting Saul with his youth and talent.
David and Saul by He Qi
David and Saul by Ernst Josephson★ Love listening to stories? Get this book ★Rise to Power★ Ebook ★ Print ★ Audio ★
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Submit your caption for this image, which is my yet untitled, quick charcoal sketch. To submit, go to my FB page or my FB Author Page, and leave your caption there, as a comment under this image.
On Easter Sunday, the winner will get a complementary ebook edition of one of my books, your choice: Apart From Love, Rise to Power, A Favorite Son, Twisted , or Home.
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On Easter Sunday, the winner will get a complementary ebook edition of one of my books, your choice: Apart From Love, Rise to Power, A Favorite Son, Twisted , or Home.
No Kindle? No problem! Get a free reading app from Amazon
April 14, 2014
Come and get them...
My Passover macaroons! Need I say more?
April 12, 2014
Happy Easter! Looking for a holiday gift?
I know it's Easter time again
'Cause birds are chirping in the air
A gentle wind plays upon the plain,
And flowers everywhere
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And flowers everywhere
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Voice of a Kindle book
I'm waiting to be taken, but now, be forewarned
Don't you dare come near me, or else you'd be scorned--
Unless you delight in literary fiction
And enjoy reading a book with detailed scene depiction
If you let me pull you in, deep insideUntil you find yourself there, in my characters' mind
I'll make you burn in hell, ablaze in desire,
I'll let you swirl like smoke, ever higher and higher
I'll bring you down here: Santa Monica, Venice BeachFor a father-son meeting, with a blame and a breach
You'll hear Lenny, Natasha, Anita and Ben
And be tortured by guilt, again and again
Find a path to forgiveness, find a way to come cleanFind the words to explain what exactly you mean
Turn page after page, then fall to your knee
'Cause Apart From Love, no feeling is free
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"A literary symphony complete with a cast of likeable, bruised characters"
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Don't you dare come near me, or else you'd be scorned--
Unless you delight in literary fiction
And enjoy reading a book with detailed scene depiction
If you let me pull you in, deep insideUntil you find yourself there, in my characters' mind
I'll make you burn in hell, ablaze in desire,
I'll let you swirl like smoke, ever higher and higher
I'll bring you down here: Santa Monica, Venice BeachFor a father-son meeting, with a blame and a breach
You'll hear Lenny, Natasha, Anita and Ben
And be tortured by guilt, again and again
Find a path to forgiveness, find a way to come cleanFind the words to explain what exactly you mean
Turn page after page, then fall to your knee
'Cause Apart From Love, no feeling is free
★ Love reading? Treat yourself to a gift ★
"A literary symphony complete with a cast of likeable, bruised characters"
Apart From Love★ Audio ★ Ebook★ Print ★
April 10, 2014
Come visit Stacy with me
I am thrilled to visit Stacy Juba on her blog today. She loves to write stories about Characters at a Crossroads: individuals who are finding themselves and getting on the right life path after overcoming obstacles. Her goals are to entertain readers of all ages as well as inspire them.
Here are a few of her questions:
What was it like hearing your books narrated as an audiobook? Tell us about your hero or heroine in this book. Give us one of his/her strengths and one of his/her weaknesses.What is your latest audiobook about? Who is the narrator?
To read my answers, please click here:
Audiobook Interview With Author @UviPoznansky
Additional author interviews on Stacy's blog can be found here
Here are a few of her questions:
What was it like hearing your books narrated as an audiobook? Tell us about your hero or heroine in this book. Give us one of his/her strengths and one of his/her weaknesses.What is your latest audiobook about? Who is the narrator?To read my answers, please click here:
Audiobook Interview With Author @UviPoznansky
Additional author interviews on Stacy's blog can be found here
