Find… #Poetry




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It is time to follow the river

Find Eden, stop looking down

Look to the stars

The planets that keep order

Sun shines through the trees

Fingers of gold touch the earth

The only home we have

This blue marble

hanging in the milky way

Wonder of wonders

Search as they may

They will not find another

The blueprint has been lost

Young planets crash

and burn into each other

Beneath a new star

Try as they may, they fail

To bring a new Earth into existence

We are the one and only Eden

For now…

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More of the Other Love…

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The Oak   cont.


The morning after the marathon dig, I awoke with a stiff neck and pounding headache. The result, no doubt, of spending what seemed like hours on my knees, with my head and shoulders bent over a muddy hole as I tried to convince a stubborn young oak tree that it was time to change residence.

Said oak tree was now reclining in a bucket of water in my yard and today, I had to trim the taproots and introduce it to its new home. At this stage this was an old washing up bowl, the only thing I had big enough to give it the room it needed to establish a good root ball.

This could take a year or more, so it was important to make the tree as comfortable as possible while all this was going on. Unfortunately, I had to trim back most of the top growth to enable it to concentrate on root production.

This tree has taxed my imagination and my determination. Not to mention most of my strength. My sore muscles and badly bruised arms are testament to how difficult it was to dig the tree up without killing it.

Sitting in the sunshine on my old work bench, the tree looked as battle scarred as I was. I knew we would both heal in time, but first I had to make him comfortable. I used the best soil mixture and a sprinkling of Rootgrow, a mycorrhizal fungi guaranteed to encourage root growth. I also used hormone rooting powder at strategic points around the base of the tree.

I was dealing with a fair-sized lump of wood and it was important to anchor it firmly in the soil so it couldn’t rock about. I found some soft cords in my sewing basket which were perfect for the job.



The family have named him, Oakey Dokey!


All the time I was working on the oak, I was growing more and more confident about the success of my venture. Considering the trees history and what had just happened to it, it looked quite healthy and one day it would look magnificent!

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No Way Back… #Poetry



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No Way Back

Time no longer passes in my world.

All is hollow, burned out

The wind howls its anger

No one sees me disappearing

Like torn paper in the wind.

A tree fallen with no one watching

That’s me.

I lie in salt-soaked sheets

Praying I will dissolve, leave this life.

I have heard all the clichés

How the past does not define you.

Choose your own path

Make your own luck.

It is all hot air, lip service

To help others feel they have

Played their part.

Poor Joe, he has lost his soul

To the bottle.

It will take a miracle to get him back

For some of us, there is no miracle

No way back…

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But I Smile Anyway...

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

The waves gently lap against my feet as I stand at the water’s edge. Looking across at the calmness of the waters, it is almost impossible to believe that these very waters were where I lost you.

I want to lash out at the ocean. I want to cause it the same hurt it has caused me, but I can’t.

For this same spot, the place where I last saw you, is the same spot I have come to all my life, to seek solace and serenity.

That day, you had waved to me, as you pushed your boat out. “Get the coals going, my love. I feel a big catch coming today!” Your smile still burnt on my retina.

Who was to know of that freak storm that struck, capsizing your boat? These same waters, so ferocious, huge waves crashing over you, as if…

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Clarity #writephoto

Why You Need to Market your Book Before it’s Published

So, I thought it was high time I did another Monday Marketing post!

Now, no matter how much I say it, I’m still seeing new writers who claim they “don’t need to market” or that they will “Market after publishing.”

I get it, no one really likes marketing.  I’ve worked in Marketing Departments, and it can be uncomfortable and frustrating and since most writers are introverts and struggle to often talk about their work, pushing it a little can seem an impossible task.

But it’s not and it is important…and it really needs to be done before you publish.

So, I thought I’d share with you 7 reasons when you need to market your book before it’s published! 


Get your Foot in the Door

If you are a new writer chances are people won’t know you.  Yes, you may have told some people you’re a writer but the vast majority…

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Didi Oviatt

Whew, what a year this has been! We’re seven months into 2019 and so far I have released two books Sketch and Justice for Belle, quit my job to be a stay at home writer and mom, I’ve sold my house, bought a new one, painted and remodeled some on the new one, and as of this week we’ve officially finished moving in!!!  Can I catch my breath yet?!?!

couch-2615796__340Moving is such a bittersweet thing. You really don’t realize how much crap you actually have until you have to sort through, de-junk it, and then move it to a new place. You also don’t realize how dirty you are either haha. When we first got the keys to the new place I cleaned for days. I complained the whole time too… until started cleaning out all of my stuff in the old place. That’s when I stepped back and said…

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What’s wrong with your HEA? (Part 3) plus #BookReview of A Season of Surprises at the Villa des Violettes by @patricia_sands #humor #ContemporaryRomance

Barb Taub

Happily Ever After. What if the fairy tales got it wrong?

Why do we love fairy tales? Some say they embody universal tropes that pass along the traditions of social messaging. Watch out for those who are different. Fear the unknown. Obey your mother, or the big bad wolf will eat you. Use good manners and be polite, and a fairy (or a prince or an enchanted frog) will rescue youchild-643229_640

But that can’t be the answer because fairy tales aren’t actually all that traditional. The ones our grandchildren hear are not the same ones our grandparents told, and they certainly bear little resemblance to their early versions. If the stories don’t change constantly, their meaning becomes irrelevant. All you have to do is go back and look at the original versions to see what I mean. In one of the earliest known sources for many of our familiar fairy tales, Giambattista…

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Entertaining Stories

Today was my flex day. This is usually the time I can get my word count up, but it just didn’t work out that way. Most of this is a personality flaw, and I readily admit that.

My errand for the day was to go to the bank and make a deposit. I got up at 5:00, and the bank opens at 9:00. What do you think I did for all that time in between? Nothing even remotely productive. Nada, zero.

I checked email, social media, read some blogs. Never even tried to write. See, I have to multi-task at my paycheck job. On my time, I’m damned well going to have things my way. I’d rather fail completely than have an interruption during the process. There probably aren’t many of you who understand, but that’s who I am. I could have hacked out a couple thousand words in that…

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Streets Ahead Book Promotion- Robbie Cheadle and Kim Blades

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This week on Streets Ahead we’re promoting  Robbie Cheadle and Kim Blades’ new collection of poems ‘Open a New Door‘.  Anyone can join Streets ahead, just as long as they are prepared to share the current book promotion on at least one of their social media sites.  Anybody not sharing unfortunately will not get their own book promoted.

Open a New Door is a poetic peep into the lives of the poets, Kim Blades and Robbie Cheadle, both of whom live in South Africa.

The book is divided into four categories: God bless Africa, God bless my family and friends, God bless me and God bless corporates and work. Each part is sub-divided into the good, the bad and the ugly of the two poets’ experiences, presented in rhyming verse, free-style, haiku and tanka, in each of these categories and include colourful depictions of their thoughts and emotions.


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