Day: July 17, 2022

Hi, SEers! You’re with Mae today, and I’ve got nothing heavy on tap—just some reminiscing which hopefully you’ll find enjoyable. Depending how long you’ve been putting pen to paper (an old expression that works for this post), you may remember some of the “technology” I’ve highlighted below. I started writing early. I was six when…

Moon in my windowI can see that you’re watching meSoon by my willowI can hear your voice in the sea Thousand miles we goIt is not that old little meMillion memories growIn bend and forgotten trees Ancient rhythms sowA tale so old to preachMy mind it sings lowFor a nameless land I reach I see…

Every day, I waken to birdsong:sometimes the lark and thrush, sweet twitteringor the sparrow and the chaffinch, cheerful chatteringor the rook, cawing in raucous symphony:signature calls, all poetry to me Your touch draws out a different kind of birdsonglow moaning, from a hollow deep in metransformed through love into a holy plainsongwhere never sin, nor…

Hey, SE Readers. Joan with you today. Previously, I talked about the advantages of writing short stories and participating in anthologies. Today, I’ll cover story length and the various definitions used in fiction. Later, I’ll pose a question. Image courtesy of Pixabay There are several terms to define works of fiction based upon the length…

A puppeteer,happily laughs.Eagerly steers,a narrow path. Pulling my strings,making me fling,giving me wings,dance as he sings. Well entertained,as he creates.Knowledge ingrained,he gives as traits. Gives me a life,that he designs,opens his eyes,while closing mine. A breath of light,planted inside.Provides insight,serves as a guide. Hides far behind,thoughts in my mind,feels undefined,and so divine. – Grace Y.…

Marc Chagall, “The Fiddler,” 1912 Unanswered Questions If hearts can feel joy,why do theirs not wish it for all?Tiny objects full of fear, they trust fake wizards,sing of better times in out-of-tune voices,and wait endlessly for their gardens to bloom. Like a dream,the fiddler plays and the rain stops—is he man or god?If the moon…

The other day my friend, Eric was over and started telling a story that had us all rapt, including my almost 7-year-old daughter and her friend who usually dismiss grown-up talk as boring. The story was about a summer job when he was in high school as a tennis instructor at a little neighborhood beach…

Photos: I apologise for ruining your moment with this but … left to right (no pun intended) Scott Morrison former PM of Australia; Donald Trump former president of the US; Boris Johnson caretaker PM of UK for three months having resigned as leader of the Tory Party. Found at inkl.com Leaders who were self-focussed, ignorant,…

☆☆☆ Tanka ☆☆☆ Tropical dream with sweet breezeGorgeous vibrant flowers sing for bright ladyMagical light from beautiful skyShining joyful summer brings immortal brilliant hopeFantastic eternal love by wonderful mystic universe Tropical Dream

Originally posted on Bonnie Reads and Writes: Self-Published Saturday is my effort to help Self-Published and Indie authors promote their books. Today I’m reviewing Amanda in France: Fire in the Cathedral by Darlene Foster. This is an indie book published by Central Avenue Publishing, an independent publisher. Darlene also agreed to do a Q&A, and……