On reflection, and as we get older, do you find there are always a lot of “what if” statements that come to mind? I try not to do it because
They will not stop me, I will get my education, if it is in home, school or any place – Malala Yousafzai.
I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time – Stephen King.
There is only one road to human greatness: through the school of hard knocks – Albert Einstein.
I would like to introduce Didi Oviatt, a versatile, prolific author who often writes with the hands of another author and produces brilliant books. She is an upbeat person and although I have never met her, I feel to have known her for awhile. This interview turned out to be an alive conversation between her and James Cudney IV. She writes about multi-genre and I let her say the rest.
- You wrote a mystery book with four hands together with Author James J. Cudney. Was your compositional method much in relation to your respective backgrounds and critical aims, or did you have to adapt to James’s style and vice versa.
Ultimately, a mutual respect for views and likeness in opinions and culture is a must. Working with Jay has been so much fun! I’ve co-written before in an ongoing interactive short story anthology, The Suspenseful…
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At dVerse Sanaa is hosting poetics with an invitation to explore the genre of panegyric poetry.
“I’ve seen this moment in my dreams.” Hector (Iliad – by Homer)
Where Now The Sword Galant Hector, even under the mantle of Achilles, you are ever the evening star, beyond the dark sweetness of death, where songs regale your courage and the gods dare drink your health, where now the arrow, where now the sword that could spite your flesh, no grey for your hallowed head, ever the memory of your youth, your integrity in death untrammelled by Achilles. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ® Note: Homer's (the accepted author) poetic epic the Iliad is an a mazing piece of literature. In my view Achilles cheats and acts out of rage…
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My first repost is a special one ~ sharing my poem, “Autumn Delivers,” that I wrote and published last October, just after visiting Sammi and her boyfriend in Oregon. My time in Oregon was memorable and magical for many reasons.
Almost your fate
arriving on a premature date
when the searing sun’s intent
did dominate, wilt, and fade
within its overextended stretch
your protective life-container
your nourishing life-sustainer
was unable to escape the sun’s apex
under which she drew her first breath
You and I, temporarily one
not meant to both arrive
during the season of the sun
You and I, eager to be free
You and I, becoming one heartbeat
You and I, forced to retreat
You and I, delaying our first greet
Our stillness triumphant
postponing what could have been
a fragile arrival, a mismatched season
instead you inhaled the scent of autumn
you and she a perfect…
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Alex had a tummy ache on Monday morning so I called in to the school to tell them he wouldn’t be in. Seems to be the same tummy ache he had when they did all the tests and found nothing. But the school won’t let him go back until he’s seen his doctor. While I appreciate the school’s caution, he’s home for the whole week whether he feels better or not.
Days are long.
And yes, I cheated on my own rules for One-Liner Wednesday.
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