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Uvi’s comments from the The Creative Spark with Uvi Poznansky group.

Angela, you should avoid, at all cost, reading what you wrote! lol

This is such a lovely interpretation, Angela! Thank you!

It's no problem, that's why blog talk radio has been invented... lol. You can listen to the conversation anytime at the above link.

lol... You can put your mind to anything you do, Angela!

"I gaze across the ceiling and along the walls, trying to pick out every shade, every hint. And there, opposite the bed I spot my wedding dress which—now I recall—I’ve hung on the coat rack, right there in the corner.
The corner of the bedroom is the only place here which I reckon is truly mine. Strange, no? I still feel that way, despite having slept here with him, on and off, for like, the past ten years. I keep telling myself that I must claim this space, claim it as mine, right away. And maybe I will one day, when the baby’s born.
Staring at that corner I know one thing, and I know it real clear, at once: this lovely dress, made of heavy satin and trimmed with lace and beading and what not, which I’ve dyed, the morning after the wedding, orange at the top and purple at the bottom, so it can still be used in the future—like, at dances and parties and stuff—this dress isn’t gonna to fit me no more.
Up to now I’ve pictured it in my head, shining awful brilliant, just like a rainbow, and swirling all around me; and with every step, billowing between my legs, and like, making me adorable, so adorable in Lenny’s eyes—but now that I touch my belly and feel the beginning, the very beginning of change, right here around my waist, what’s the point of all that."

Anita, in Apart From Love.



This is my charcoal drawing titled The Wedding Dress, inspired by the sight of a wedding dress that a friend of mine inherited from her mother. In it I contrast the loveliness of the dress, and all the dreams it invokes, with the nakedness of the figure, who at this point is left without illusions.

Just finished reading Um ... Mommy, I Think I Flushed My Brother Down The Toilet.

The title stands out from all the other books I know, not only because of its sheer length--but because of its endearingly sly, clever humor. How can Falisha 'think' that she flushed her brother down the toilet? If she did it, shouldn't she know what she's done? Shouldn't she admit it, instead of trying--in vain--to fool her mom, who is bound to realize the truth in her incisive, down-to-earth manner of investigation?

I can hear the author's voice, punctuated with the rhythm of his breath as various emotions flow the tale: "Falisha Whiskers, you tell me where your little brother is. Right. This. Minute." I can see the gestures of the characters, done in striking, exaggerated caricature-like manner: "Mom's mouth opened so wide, I could see her tonsils shaking and quaking back and forth like worms." The illustrations, done by Danko Hererra, do great justice to Jeff Rivera's words.

Armed with the plunger--and above all, with her incredible spunk--Falisha takes a deep breath. "Fine," she says to herself. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta to." And if you think this means going to the toilet, you happened to be right on! So watch her embarking on her mission, to bring her brother back in five minutes, or else. You will get tremendous joy by reading this story aloud, because of the musical cues in the text. "The hills were made of slushy, gushy mush. The streets were made of smelly jelly fellies. The trees were swaying and fraying and graying."

We all know these quirky attempts to avoid confessing the truth from our own experience, as well as from watching our children. This is a brilliant depiction of what we recognize in ourselves. You are Falisha, and you will love joining her on her rescue mission.

Five Stars.

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Now I will try on a little red dress
Lick chocolate-dipped strawberries, and let you caress
All of me... Oh let me kiss you, my sweet valentine
With lips that are glistening with rosy red wine

Let me fill your glass full, up to the rim
And clink it with mine, for such is my whim
When this evening is over, when dawn rises in glory
Let the magic transform. Then tell me a story

Whisper it, play out the music of words
Let them rise from this leaf, flocking like birds
Going back Home, turning one by one
Across the pages of A Favorite Son

My sweet Valentine, if you enchant me
Apart From Love we will never be.

Just read this book: Umm...Mommy, I Think I Flushed My Brother Down The Toilet, Again.

Common wisedom dictates that little boys are made of snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails, and little girls are made of sugar and spice. Yet the little heroine of this book breaks this mold, even though she cleverly pretends to fit it whenever it can help her get out of trouble: "Who me?" she flutters her eyelashes like a butterfly, when her mischief is caught by her mother.

Not only does little Falisha break the mold, but so does her mother! When she suspects that Jesse has been flushed--again--down the toilet, she never loses her cool. Unlike any mother I know she barely shows any panic, and on the other hand she decidedly refrains from springing into action to save the poor victim. Instead, she says with a huff and a puff, "You get Jesse back safe from that toilet or I'm going to have to tell your daddy!" Smartly, she places the entire responsibility square on the shoulders of the culprit, Falisha, giving her the charge to bring Jesse back from the underworld. What a strange mission, never entrusted to girls in traditional children's literature, and what a yukky, yet sweeping journey it turns out to be! Armed with her raincoat, boots, a plunger, and extra toilet paper, Falisha is ready to embark on a wide-ranging exploration through the yukk kingdom, making her way amongst the fantastically-disgusting creatures slugging in its muck.

The dialog is delightful, and it is as animated in words as the art on the pages of this book, done by Danko Hererra. For every sentence uttered in the story, the pose of the character is vividly depicted, you can imagine her right here before your eyes: "She pointed her finger in my face and wagged it back and forth." Through the use of endearing humor and plain exaggeration, the amazingly talented author Jeff Rivera brings the essence of the characters--Falisha, her mother and Jesse, her little brother--to life.

If I don't have time, I make time... lol

Deliciously devilish, no? And more to come... Thank you Angela!

Oh what is there to say
Come Valentine's day?

You bring a dozen blood-red roses
She thinks, Is this how he proposes?

With a bottle of wine
You whisper, Be mine

You offer a big chocolate heart
She thinks, Well, that's a start

She loosens your tie
And gives a deep sigh

The fire is burning, the music is on
But all you can see on her face is a yawn

Then from your pocket you pull out the ring
She shakes her head, No, I want one more thing

What does she want, come Valentine's day?
In cupid's name, what should I say?

She smiles, Bring me Home, Apart From Love
Then I'll be yours, like a hand and a glove

And you say, Give me A Favorite Son
Now let's blow off the candles, one by one

What more is there to say
Come Valentine's day?

Here is a great blog with a long, yet catchy name: AoBiblioClassique. It has a leathery look, which appeals to me. The first letter of my post is an adorned O, pressed into the same hide. I can nearly smell its leathery fragrance.



Best of all, this blog is bursting with information about books, reading and writing... So I am excited for opportunity to do a guest post there, in which I describe what inspired me to write my novel, Apart From Love.

Check out the blog, as well as my guest post, here.

http://aobiblioclassique.blogspot.com...

:) Thank you Angela!

It feels so rewarding! My blog, which is centered around themes of creativity in art and writing, has been in existence for barely a year, with traffic sky-rocketting to 8,875 visits during my launch event last month--and now it has been tapped by fellow author and blogger Colette L. Saucier for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award.



To read more click the link:
http://uviart.blogspot.com/2013/01/th...

Here is my review of 17 cents and a dream:

Having worked hard to overcome the challenges of coming from abroad and facing the seemingly unsurmountable challenges of a radically different culture, I find it easy to appreciate the hunger for success, and the incredible drive it takes to achieve it in spite of all the difficulties you find at each step of the way. "Everything was different; the food, the clothing, and even the 33 letters of the alphabet I was used to." But as hinted by the title, 17 Cents and a Dream, this book presents much more than the author's advice as the No. 1 mortgage loan officer in the world to "work smart and aim high"; and much more than a self-serving description of his struggle to the top.

At its core, this book frames Daniel Milstein's life as a link in a three-generation chain, coming full circle with the past. It is about the preparation for his life journey, which Daniel Milstein received from his hero, his grandfather who died from radiation poisoning after the Chernobyl accident in the USSR, Dr. Joseph Khiterer. This preparation set a dream before the author's eyes, and braced him with sheer grit to reach for it. At the same time it is about dedicating his journey to his daughter Julie, whom he lovingly describes as a girl with chocolate eyes, and with a scent of candy, soap, and innocence that warms his heart.

On the day he left the USSR as a youth, Daniel Milstein had in his pocket the sum of seventeen cents that a friend had given him for postage to mail a letter back. By holding to that 'fortune' he was taking a risk. If caught, he could have faced serious repercussions. When it was his turn to undergo the inspection, the seventeen cents jingled just slightly as the officer patted him down. The officer paused--but then let Daniel and his family board the plane.

By the end of the narration, the author finds himself placing an order at the MacDonald's cash register, a place all too familiar to him for having mopped the floors there so many years ago. It is there that he is faced with a familiar face: Roger, his boss at that establishment, who stayed stuck in that position while Daniel climbed on to success. It is when Roger hands the change, that the amount becomes symbolic of the journey.
Seventeen Cents.

This is an uplifting book that offers inspiration. Some minor editing is needed (such as the use of 'me' and myself' instead of 'I' in a couple of places.)

To my surprise, just when I was not looking, a new review appeared on Amazon for Apart From Love! It is written by Brian V. Menard, the author of the self-help books Leaning How To Eat (Again) and The Test Slayer, in which he guides the reader in techniques for absorbing information through fast reading. However, I was glad to learn that there was no fast reading here, as the characters came back to visit Brian after each chapter... This is what he says:


★★★★★ I truly enjoyed this unique book!, January 13, 2013
By Brian V. Menard (Author)
Amazon Verified Purchase

"Apart From Love" is a truly unique story. It's written as a narrative and I found The characters to be very interesting and well developed. As a result of this effective style of writing, I found myself thinking about Anita, Ben and Lenny for hours after reading each chapter. I especially enjoyed how the Author was able to convey the personalities of Ben and Anita as they told their stories throughout the book. I had the sense that these characters were actually giving me a credible first hand account of their own personal perceptions and feelings for each specified situation. This book touches on several very difficult topics such as family dysfunction, infidelity, jealousy and even Alzheimer's disease. However, they are all tactfully dealt with in a well woven tapestry that fits seamlessly together. This is the first book I've read by Uvi Poznansky and I'm looking forward to reading more of her work in the future!

It is such a thrill to read a review written by Michelle Bellon. She is a young yet prolific author. I have read two of her recent books, Embracing Me, Embracing You and her newest work, Rogue Alliance, both of which were thrilling to read. She writes as easily in one genre as another and her love for the music of language is ever present. This is what she posted on Amazon for A Favorite Son:

★★★★★ stars An Old Tale Given New Life!, January 15, 2013
By Michelle Bellon - See all my reviews
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This review is from: A Favorite Son (Kindle Edition)
Uvi Poznansky has done it again!

With masterful storytelling and rich, poetic prose that feeds all of the senses, she has breathed life into an old tale, giving it layers and depth which gives the reader a thought to pause and think.

In A Favorite Son, Yankle is a character which is so complex, I struggled to decide how I felt about him, or anyone in the story for that matter. At times feeling both anger, sympathy, sadness, and betrayal, all at once. It is a difficult thing to bring forth so many emotions and not lose the reader. But Uvi does it beautifully.

I highly recommend this quick, powerful read.

A Man and His God is a novella based on Plato's Sacred Squadron, which consisted of pairs of male lovers that formed the elite force of the Theban army in the 4th century BC. It is more than a sword-and-sorcery tale. Before us is a story where mythology is reinvented in the most delicious, vivid detail, in a fantasy world that is larger than life, and perhaps more true to our dreams and our yearning for a heroic journey. In this world, reality is but a distant, pale shadow of what is possible, and what the author, Janet morris is fleshing out before us.

I find it truly amazing that she found a lyrical way to describe the exploits of this elite cavalry unit. The Sacred Band of Stepsons is loyal to its members and its commander. It begins when Abarsis, the Slaughter Priest from the North, brings his Sacred Band to Tempus, a warrior who cannot die, nor can he enjoy his immortality. At the beginning of the story this lone mercenary is perceived by others as 'Death Himself'.

By the end of the story, the wounded Abrasis takes his last breath in Tempus' arms. The scene features one of the most delicate descriptions of helping a dying man find a measure of comfort amidst the pain. As he breathes out his soul, Tempus seals his last moment with a symbolic signature of a kiss. Indeed, the kiss of Death... This scene, and indeed the entire concept of the Sacred Band, bring to mind customs such as homosexuality in the militaries of ancient Greece.

Angela wrote: "vote cast, por supuesto, Uvi!"

Thank you so much Angela!