The Time Slip Castle #WritePhoto

Never before, have I been to this castle

yet I seem to know it

the sounds, the smells,

The voices,  I’ve heard in my dreams

the past pulls at me

I touch a cold, stone wall

time slips, and I find myself there

a ghost among ghosts

I reach out, grasping air

Time folds back, I am here and now

Yet, the memories remain

both sweet and bitter

 

 

 

 

 

Kindlepreneur- Guest Post by Andrew Joyce…

Andrew Joyce’s post on Amazon Key Words is a must read for all writers. Thank you Chris, and thank you Andrew. Great post.

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

You would think that after ten years in the writing racket I’d know a little more than I do. Well, then you’d be wrong. Every day is a learning experience. That’s why I’m such an avid fan of The Story Reading Ape, or, as he is affectionately known to his peers, Mr. Ape. Not a day goes by that he does not enlighten us with articles on the many ins-and-outs of self-publishing. Sometimes he’ll even throw in a chuckle or two by posting pictures of cats (ya’all know what I’m talkin’ about).

Anyway, I’m here today to tell you about a few things I recently learned that are going to help me sell more books going forward. Some of the things were known to me, but I was too lazy to delve into them (i.e., research them). Others came as a complete surprise. I’ll tell you what they are and…

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Dreams of Rivers and Streams #PhotoWrite

WE were wild as Indians, then

traipsing ancient paths

into the shadowed green

where hollowed out logs

became resplendent canoes

ferrying us down the stream

where tunnels of fallen boughs

arched like bridges above

oh, how we did dream, then

of bows and arrows and painted men

There was magic in those days

I need only to close my eyes

To go back, again.

 

#Throwback Thursday for Our Review of Fractured Lives by Sue Coletta @SueColetta1 #Mystery Thriller

This is a terrific review. I don’t often read thrillers and mysteries, but this review convinced me to this novel.

anita dawes and jaye marie

Fractured-Lives-with-KW-logo.jpgThree couples, the perfect Maine vacation, and a fateful night that lands one of the women in mortal danger.   Couples are going missing in Sunset Cove at Long Lake, and the authorities seem more concerned with not tarnishing the reputation of their popular tourist destination. Until … while out for a spin on her wave runner, Shawnee Daniels pulls alongside a deserted canoe.    Blood stains the seat.  

 When retired SEAL Brandon “Boomer” Rayne wakes to an empty bed—his bride-to-be Daphne nowhere inside their rented cabin—he enlists the help of the only people he’s met in the state: the couple next door, Shawnee Daniels and Revere, Massachusetts Detective Levaughn Samuels.   Uncertainty bonds the two neighbors, forced together by tragedy.

Their predicament turns even deadlier when the half-nude body of a female washes ashore. No obvious signs of homicide exist. How did she die? Does her death relate to Daphne’s disappearance?   Time’s running out.  

 Can they piece…

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The Secret Lives of Doors #WritePhoto

These silent sentinels, keepers of our secrets

they wait for our footsteps, the turning of a lock

You are home, they breathe as we pass through

with nary a thought to their waiting

They sniff the air for the scents we carry

The bakery again, that kind of a day?

No, not the news, love, play your music

the dancing kind, it’s been too long

There now, isn’t that better?

Will the children come again?

Their laughter tickles

Will she come along, trailing her strawberry scent?

If she knocks, will you let her in?

You really should, you know

Don’t pretend you don’t miss her

You with your dark rooms and moods

that never ends well

She’s here

Open the door, love

Trust me

Open the door, love

It’s time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choices #WritePhoto

They were wrong. All of them. The deniers and the politicians, all were wrong. The scientists, denigrated for their audacity to speak truth to power, were far too late with their warnings.

Our demise had long been written in our carbon footprints.

Viewed from space, the earth is a living, breathing entity suspended in an endless sea of night, inhaling and exhaling with a blue and green set of lungs.

Is the earth sentient? Perhaps. It has defended itself from debris flung from the cosmos. When volcanoes spewed molten lava creating dense clouds that blocked the sun, it held its breath while all other living things perished. And we humans? We are the most malignant of cancers. The earth defends itself from us and rightly so.

Malice or retribution is not the earth’s intention. The earth is not evil or benign. It just is. It survives. Will we?

Lore Weavers: Coyote Tales…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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Coyote is a Native American culture hero, buffoon, and trickster figure who mixes animal and human traits to mostly comic, often catastrophic, and sometimes salutary effect.

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The world in which Coyote moves can be conceived as a parallel to the Aboriginal Australian Dreaming and to the worlds of most other early indigenous mythological story cycles and systems including those which are native to our own shores.

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