If you don’t believe in miracles,
perhaps you have forgotten you are one.

~ Karen Salmanshan ~
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The waters of the earth are heaven’s glass
We, in their calm reflection seek our own,
And, lost in wonder, think the stars surpass
The simple spark we hold of truth unknown.
The mind, its logic lost in paradox,
Requires ending to the questioned quest;
Confines eternity within a box
That, like a coffin’d corpse, is laid to rest.
No more than just a single drop am I
Within the ocean of infinity,
And if no Hand exists, who then can try
To separate the droplet from the sea?
The heart that rests upon the scales has sight
To cast aside the veil and see the light.

Sonnet for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge

With all precautions in place, I went to the dentist. Actually to the hygienist. She scraped and did whatever dental hygienists do in their most necessary, but unsung, craft.

My hygienist is the daughter of South Vietnamese refugees. Talking with her, before she started cleaning, I learned why her parents don’t particularly like Communism. They know how Communists came to power in South Vietnam by means of. murder and intimidation. They know how they run Vietnam today with tyranny, corruption, and incompetence. So when radical Left factions run amok in Portland and Seattle, her folks have a creepy sense of déjà vu. They understand when Leftist thugs threaten storeowners in Louisville with damage to their businesses if they don’t show support for The Cause. That is called extortion, what all urban gangs do. Only they put a veneer of Leftist Ideaology over it.

Reclining in the comfy chair, she cleaned…

“I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be.
I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something, till I realized the person I was waiting for was myself.”

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The Garden of Forever
Is in full bloom today:
Two souls join hands
And dance beneath the sun’s rays.
Their music is birdsong,
The fragrance of roses close,
Gliding on lightest feet
Two people I loved the most.
An audience of luscious greenery,
Colours so true and clear,
Cloudless skies revealing
This couple I hold most dear.
Seventy years of marriage
Would have been celebrated today,
A candle is shining brightly
Loving memories sent their way.
Time is not a barrier,
Now, no longer apart,
The Garden of Forever
Is always in my heart.
I miss you both ❤ ❤ ❤

Book Signing Party, Enterprise Museum, January 25, 2020

Hi, Everyone! Marcia here again. Hope this finds each of you safe, healthy, and happy for this first week in August.

Today, I want to chat a bit about my favorite way to get your books in front of more readers, always a thorny problem for most of us. If there is one universal truth writers share, especially self-published writers, it would probably be this: WE HATE MARKETING!

HATE. IT.

For most of us, marketing is far harder than writing our stories, is nowhere near as much fun, and usually involves a ton of work we don’t enjoy doing. But let’s face it, folks –it’s a necessary evil.

If people don’t know about our books, they can’t find our books. And if they can’t find our books, they can’t buy our books.

It’s as simple as that.

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