music in your voice

music in your voice

A lovely poem 🙂

The Lonely Author

music in your voice


There is music in your voice
like a summer breeze
so warm and tender
that rustles through my leaves
surrounding me in splendor

There is music in your voice
like a love song
my heart will forever remember
for you are the gentle wind chimes
towhichI willalwayssurrender

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A section from the 1799 cartoon The Gout, by James Gillray.

Gout is a form of arthritis. It’s characterized by sudden, severe attacks of pain, swelling, redness and tenderness in the joints, often the joint at the base of the big toe. An attack of gout can occur suddenly, often waking you up in the middle of the night with the sensation that your big toe is on fire. Trying to describe it to a friend of mine, I likened it to barbed wire being dragged around under the skin while my left foot, especially the top and the right hand side feels like its on fire!!! When I touch the skin it feels numb. Its as if the nerves in both areas of my left foot have been switched off.

As a recent sufferer I can tell you that there is nothing remotely funny about being plagued by this extremely painful affliction. For a leading UK newspaper to do so is reprehensible!! Like most people I thought it was an eighteenth century malady of the rich, caused by over indulgence (gluttony) that died out during the nineteenth century.

Not so…


Free your Bird|پرنده خود را آزاد کنید

Free your Bird|پرنده خود را آزاد کنید

Another tale from Laleh 😉 x

A Voice from Iran


There once was a little boy who had the cutest little bird. That beautiful bird was dear to his heart so he took care of it with passion and love.


He kept the bird’s cage beside him even when he went to bed. Everyone in the family knew how much this bird meant to him. He was the youngest child so the little boy’s siblings took advantage of him and made him do all their chores.


If he refused to do it, they threatened to free his bird into the sky. Poor little boy had to do all their work and not tell his parents, just to keep his bird safe in its cage.


As time passed, the little boy grew tired of his siblings’ abusive behaviors and no longer wanted to be their slave, so he decided to put an end to the torture.


One morning his older brother…

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He Meant Well

As a writer are you introverted?


Not wanting to proofread and edit text, because nothing better was in the offing.  I’ve no intention of this becoming a burgeoning negative diatribe.

What to write about, when nothing immediately comes to mind?  That in itself is a topic of interest to most of us.

Small business names, some creative, some atrocious:  Hair Apparent–a hair-styling salon; A Touch Of Glass–glass repair shop;  Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang–car repair and tune-up shop; The Big Bang–auto collision repair;  So Close and Yet So Far Away–travel agency; Bless My Sole–shoe repair shop.

I recently found out, that one of my great uncles on my grandmother’s side of the family, was a writer.  I read some of his poems, and found them to offer interesting insights of rural life during the twenties and thirties.

Are most writers introverted?  I’ve nothing to substantiate this.  Like in the rest of society, some probably are, and some…

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Mariah’s Revenge is on Sale!

Janice’s new book 😉


If you haven’t read Mariah’s Revenge yet, now is the time to grab a copy. Amazon has been playing around with the cost of this paperback book. Each day it is changing. I spoke with them and they said they reserve the right to change costs of books at their own discretion. Huh?! They assured me that I would still get my royalty on the full price of the book.

Reviews on Amazon:

Michele Rolfe5.0 out of 5 starsMariah’s Stalker is Back!March 17, 2018Format: Kindle EditionWOW! I am a beta reader & lucky enough to have already read this. I did not read the prequel Hunting Mariah, but was still able to follow this 1. Mariah is again in danger & this time through all the twists & turns, she takes matters into her own hands. I was shocked by the violence of being in…

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Reading Tricks for Kids of Any Age

Good advice from Nicholas 😉

Nicholas C. Rossis

I recently started a collaboration with Mom’s Favorite Reads; a blog created by author Hannah Howe. I wrote a guest post with reading tricks for kids of any age, which Hannah has kindly hosted on her blog. Below is a brief summary of the article. I hope you’ll enjoy reading the whole post on Mom’s Favorite Reads.

Reading Tricks for Kids of Any Age

Kids' library | From the blog of Nicholas C. Rossis, author of science fiction, the Pearseus epic fantasy series and children's booksAs a dad of a 3-year-old whirlwind, I find myself already asking the question facing most parents: how can I make my child read more and spend less time in front of a screen?

As an author of children books and teen-friendly fantasy books, I also ask myself this question’s flipside: how can I make my books appealing to them?

In the immortal words of Gonzo the Great, if at first you don’t succeed, fail, fail again. In my case, after many trials, failures, and…

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Rain of fire

Rain of fire

A poem from Pratyush Dayal Misrah


If it burns, let it burn,

The wind will heave the wrath further,

The leaves burn crumbling to core,

And, you breath universes beyond & farther.

Step out to the edge of tunnel,

Bright white light blinding,

Drop a pin into the lake, as it ripples, the pin disintegrates, kissing the bed.

Rain clatters at my window, mist in the skin and soul of the warmth…

You push open the doors, the air rushes out.

Drop by drop, rain falls to your fingertips, sliding down, dripping from your cliff.

And you stay put, hearing the symphony,

Discordant denominators going in sync with grand melody.

My soul swirls in me,

Breath evanescing from the leaves, crushed comics sparkle.

The symphony of infinite harmonies, thousand winds subsuming in each other

You sit by the wall, turning a page, shaking your bind,

You lie crippled on the edge of fire.

Eyes turn dry…

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