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Upside down fallen angel

“Hell,” I blurt. “Where am I?”
To which a voice says, “You can say that again.”
I cast a quick glance this way and that, and see—just outside the mouth of the cave—two figures standing guard. Only they are standing upside down, perfectly frozen. Icy wings hang down from their shoulders, broken. And splinters are scattered on the dirt all around them. They are so still that it seems they have been carved from pillars of salt—if not for their feet twitching up there, above me.
Clenching my jaws so they stop clattering I manage to say, “Who are you?”
The only answer I can hear is a groan from the left, somewhat muffled this time. Turning right I bend down to take a good look at the other guard. Why is he silent?
“Who,” I repeat, “are you?”
His head is now barely visible; eyes and nose already submerged, he seems to struggle for air. Mud is flowing into his white mouth, and at the surface, froth starts regurgitating. “Fallen angels are a dime a dozen around here,” grumbles a throaty voice from above. Her foot kicks some more muck in his direction. “Some,” she says, “have no names at all.” 

Job's wife in Twisted


My quick sketch, blue acrylic on paper, untitled
★★★★★ review:"So immaculately constructed that each work becomes a little treasure to visit repeatedly"Get Twisted★ Audiobook ★ Ebook ★ Print ★

Intuitive and Captivating

I am delighted to find a new review, written by the author of The Trap, D.W. Hendrick. 
Here is what he writes about my book, Twisted: 

5.0 out of 5 stars Intuitive and Captivating, September 30, 2013By D.W.Headrick - See all my reviewsAmazon Verified Purchase(What's this?)This review is from: Twisted (Kindle Edition)Uvi Poznanski has once again authenticated her status as an amazing artist - one who can personify and clearly, believably speak to the reader through a myriad of voices; human or inhuman, animate or inanimate. If the author wants us to feel empathy, we cry; when she invokes horror, we shiver... and all of this for a captive cat, a clay figure, a woman in a relationship free-fall, or the Biblical wife of Job appealing to Satan in Hell.

This is a stunning novel by an extraordinary writer. Do yourself a favor and invest in a work of art - purchase Ms. Uvi Poznanski's "TWISTED". Five very enthusiastic stars.

New poetry series: Contemporary Writers of Poland

The newest in an outgoing series dedicated to the courageous people of Poland who fought always to defend and preserve the Polish identity and cultural heritage throughout long periods of oppression - so beautifully represented here in Polish Literature Anthologies. I had the honor of being invited to contribute several of my poems:


Contemporary Writers of Poland 2000-2014

Ever dreamt about falling? Look into the elevator shaft

I am so grateful for the third opportunity to be featured on Brian M. Hayden's blog! He is a dear friend, and the author of The Road to Transplant (and more books) where he takes you along to witness the final mile on his incredible journey to a heart transplant. 

My guest post takes you into a fall through an elevator shaft:


“The Descent into a Different Realm”

Take a listen: Beautiful and Haunting

James DibenedettoArlington, VA USA09-11-13OverallPerformanceStory

"Beautiful and Haunting"

Would you recommend this audiobook to a friend? If so, why?Absolutely! The writing is beautiful, the story compelling, and the narration excellent
(and perfectly suited to the tone of the book)
What did you like best about this story?The author's use of language is just incredible. Her prose paints a picture that it's easy
to be drawn into (it's no surprise that the author is a visual artist as well).
Which scene was your favorite?I enjoyed the opening chapter, when Yankel makes and describes the lentil stew that he
will use to buy his brother's birthright.
If you were to make a film of this book, what would the tag line be?A Timeless Story of Greed and Betrayal
Any additional comments?I was really overwhelmed by the quality of the writing, and really impressed by how
well the narration complemented it. This really is a case where the whole becomes
greater than the sum of two already excellent parts.

What will become of me?

I can hear her letting out a a sigh.“Oh, Isaac,” she sighs. “What will I do without you?”She must be extremely sorry to let him go, for her sadness seems as pressing and as urgent as her need for a proper will. At first, my father is unmoved. “Oh, Becky,” he says. “Don’t start.”“Without you, I will be lost.”“Please, not that again.”Her voice trembles a little as she carries on, “Please, Isaac: What will become of me?”“You have two sons—”“Neither one of them will be here to help me, in my hour of need.”This gives him pause; after which he says, “What about that gift I gave you, long ago, that goatskin coat; do you still have it?”“Why,” she says, and I know she is a bit startled. “But of course—” “You never wear it. I was just wondering.” “It has a sleeve that needs mending.”“So then, in your hour of need, just put it on the auction block,” he suggests, half-seriously. “It will fetch a small fortune!”“Talking about a small fortune,” she counters, “what about your little trunk, full of gold coins?”“Being of a sound body and mind,” he says, “I spend it all.”“On what, in heaven’s name?”“What! On what, Becky? Here I go, heaping all those bracelets, all those nose rings on one woman, and one woman alone, only to find out, in the end, the real extent of her gratitude!”
Rebecca and Isaac in A Favorite Son


This is my charcoal on paper drawing of Rebecca, strong-willed and eager to get what she wants.
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Bargain sale: Four Fabulous Books!

☻//▌/ \    Looking for a great read? Check these out: $.99 each (a third of the original price) today only, but that's not the reason to get them--the reviews are! 
Check them out:★★★★★★ Twisted ★ A Favorite Son ★ Home ★ Apart From Love ★

The last moments that remain to us

I sit there at her feet watching her work. My mother is so skillful in manipulating that sleeve. Inside of it, my limb feels hot, suffocated. I let her control me, control my hand. It is no longer my hand. By and by, a perfect calm comes upon me. I have no thought in my head, no clue that this is to be the last sunrise, the last morning that I spend with my mother; no premonition that our time together is running out, and that I should kiss her, and hug her, and bid her farewell. Yet for some reason, glancing around me, I commit to memory every aspect of this scene, every detail: The vivid pattern of the rug, spread across the dirt floor. The embroidered silk pillows, leaning against the woven headrest. The little blemish, barely visible in the corner of the blanket. The silver thread coming apart, at one point, at the bottom of the canvas. The jug of water, half hidden behind the curved leg of the bed. I can hear little noises: The occasional cry of a newborn baby, searching blindly for his mother’s breast. The light snores of the maidservants, some of whom are just starting to wake up, only to fall asleep again. The yawns of the shepherd boys, stretching their limbs lazily under the sheepskins in the neighboring tents. The unrest of the sheep, the lambs, the kids, the goats, all eager to go out there, to graze in the sun-flooded fields.  Meanwhile the needle flies back and forth, forth and back, over my shoulder, catching the light in its path. I am transfixed. I wish I could stay here forever. This place is so full of charms. This hour is so intimate; so sweet, and it is fast coming to its bitter conclusion. 
And the only thing that disturbs me, the only thing that stands here between us, is not being able to look each other in the eyes, during the last moments that remain to us.
My mother gets up. She is a petite woman, but the snakeskin shoes give her some stature. She throws the remains of the damaged coat back into the chest. Then she pulls out one of her fur hats and sinks her face into it, taking in the smell. “The air of the hunt,” she says, then hands it to me. “Here, put it on.”
Yankle in A Favorite Son


This is my charcoal on paper drawing of Rebecca's hands upon the hairy goatskin coat
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Enter the RAFFLE--win the audiobook edition of Apart From Love!

Are you a member of Audible? Love contemporary fiction? Boy are you in luck! I am announcing a RAFFLE to win a FREE audiobook download of my audiobook, Apart From Love!
Here's how:Send me a PM on facebook to enter the raffle.The winner will be announced on my Author Facebook Page, on Saturday October 5th
You can click the image and take a listen to the audio clip, performed by two amazing voice artists: Heather Jane Hogan (as Anita) and David Kudler (as Ben.) Also, here is the book description, so you have a handle on what you're competing to win:
Written with passionate conviction, this story is being told by two of its characters: Ben, a twenty-seven years old student, and Anita, a plain-spoken, spunky, uneducated redhead, freshly married to Lenny, his aging father. Behind his back, Ben and Anita find themselves increasingly drawn to each other. They take turns using an old tape recorder to express their most intimate thoughts, not realizing at first that their voices are being captured by him.
Meanwhile, Lenny is trying to keep a secret from both of them: his ex-wife, Ben’s mother, a talented pianist, has been stricken with an early-onset alzheimer. Taking care of her gradually weighs him down.
What emerges in these characters is a struggle, a desperate, daring struggle to find a path out of conflicts, out of isolation, from guilt to forgiveness. 

The author has great talent - A true master of her craft

Wow, what a lovely review for my novel, Apart From Love! It is written by Dawn Torrens, the author of  Amelia's Story (the authors true life story) a book that inspired people all over the world. Here is what she says:

5.0 out of 5 stars The author has great talent - A true master of her craft., September 23, 2013By torrenstp (England) - See all my reviews This review is from: Apart From Love (Kindle Edition)Apart From Love is such a beautifully written and well crafted story. The author writes an intriguing and unravelling story of a dysfunctional family. The events of this story are told from various points of view so thus giving you 3D insight into whole family unit. A divorced family that are coming to terms with newly found placement in life. Lenny is a writer with a new younger partner who is far removed from Ben and Anita's mother. This is a very cleverly written book by an equally very clever writer who in my humble opinion is at the top of her game. This is a compelling read that you simply won't be able to put down. It will take you hostage from the opening pages and grip you like a vice until the very last page. I will be reading more by this author for sure.