Hi, folks!I hope you all enjoyed a wonderful Father's Day last Sunday. One of my three daughters, Allison, made me a scrumptious lunch of home made gyros. Yum...
My eldest daughter, Jenn, stopped by with granddaughter Bella (almost 9) who presented me with a special grandfather's card from her and her two sweet brothers. It really made my day.
Now, I didn't have very good luck, per se, this weekend, because my rototiller and lawn mower both died, but I'm wishing you all lots of luck in the eBook giveaway that's going on this week. See below for the link and details.
Most of you have downloaded or read mysteries, suspense, or love stories from me. But today I wanted to share something new with you that a friend has just released. It's a gorgeous collection of poetry by acclaimed writer Magdalena Ball, owner of the Compulsive Reader website. I have to admit, I don't read poetry often enough. You'll usually catch me reading or listening to a mystery. But this book, Unmaking Atoms, has grabbed me by the heartstrings, and I can't stop reading it.
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Maggie's poems are deep and poignant, and they really make you think. I sensed great loss as I was savoring every piece, so skillfully did Maggie relay her emotions through her lovely tapestry of words. Here are just a few snippets to give you a feel for the collection.
From "Luminous Air"
The rain was full of ghosts
that night
the air luminous
with immortality
From "The Last Report of the Day"
I was a little girl then
all my unspoken need
pulsing like a lighthouse
your untranslatable language
transmitted through my pores
a scent you recognised.
all my unspoken need
pulsing like a lighthouse
your untranslatable language
transmitted through my pores
a scent you recognised.
You didn’t need to say anything
the battery of signals
that battered you
like we’ve all been battered
I felt those signals in my shoulders
hunched against a rising wind.
the battery of signals
that battered you
like we’ve all been battered
I felt those signals in my shoulders
hunched against a rising wind.
Atomic Mess(reprinted with permission)
in all this quiet
how will I hear that song
your breath exhaled into cold air
gypsy lullaby
on my lips
does inheritance
provide solace
now you’re no longer
When your last
fractured breath camecondensation of
a lifetime, I wasn’t ready
but you were
pulled in constricting circles
battened the hatchesbolted the door
I felt the cut at thirty thousand feet
watched the cord slacken
lost the sonic heartbeat
before I arrivedafter that
there was more silence
than I knew existed
fearless, you slid
into the atomic mess
safe from a life that assaulted
you at every turnin all this quiet
how will I hear that song
your breath exhaled into cold air
gypsy lullaby
on my lips
does inheritance
provide solace
now you’re no longer
here reminding me
to be brave?
Unmaking Atoms on Amazon
Last of all, I probably should tell you a little bit about my own books. I'm in the process of re-releasing and recovering my favorite of all my 26 books: Don't Let the Wind Catch You, a Gus LeGarde Mystery set in 1965. Here is a sneak preview of the new cover. Since this book takes place on horseback in the woods - sunny woods, foggy woods, stormy woods, ghostly woods, I thought the following cover art would be very appropriate! Isn't that an inviting trail? You can still check out the older version here on Amazon for a little while. ;o)
Next time I'll share my current plight of not knowing what to write next. It's a strange place for me to be in, but maybe you folks can help me with some ideas, eh?
Happy reading, and don't forget to take pleasure in the little things.
Aaron Paul Lazar
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