A lovely poem 🙂
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
Another tale from Laleh 😉 x
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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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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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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Good advice from Nicholas 😉
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.
As 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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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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Adam always makes me smile 😉
Why was it that some folks frequently butchered names of persons, places, and things?
For example, “Hokyo,” instead of Tokyo, “Thighland, instead of Thailand. An older couple in a restaurant, referred to jalapeno peppers, as “Joplins.” Perhaps, it was a way to make the unfamiliar make sense.
Foreign words are perhaps the easiest to stumble over. Some French words are a mystery to me. I’m most familiar with American English–as it applies to someone raised in the Midwest.
Something as personal as someone’s name, could be unfamiliar. It’s less embarrassing to ask how it’s pronounced, rather than mess it up completely.
Those raised in other parts of the country, called water fountains “bubblers;” referred to carbonated soft drinks as “pop” or “soda pop;” called grocery shopping carts, “buggies.”
If in doubt do as the locals do. Although, a hardware store caller mystified me, when working there. She asked for “moronic…
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