|Mixed Genre Writers & Artists
Several years ago I was working as one of the managers
of Farmington Bay Bird Refuge in Northern Utah. On one
occasion I was doing a literature review of migration
patterns of water birds and in the course of the review was
reading about shorebirds of the Copper River Delta in
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by Phil Douglass
By Brian L. Porter
A legacy is defined as anything handed down from the past from an ancestor.
Some bestow monetary awards, others furniture and some even jewelry. But,in
the case of Dr. Robert Cavendish in the book A Study in Red the legacy bestowed
upon him was quite different. His father, when he died, had his journals given to
Robert by his solicitor and the end result was anything but rich, gratifying or happy...
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I give this book: 5 Ripperologists to help solve the crimes and Five Sergeant
Wright’s to assist.
Fran Lewis: REVIEWER
Writing is an essential form of communication for children of all ages. From the
moment they enter school, children are asked to express their ideas in some
form of writing or oral communication. As educators, we must model, guide and
create experiences for our students to experience different them explore and
develop their individual creativity.
This book is designed to help teachers motivate reluctant writer and incorporate
many different ideas and skills to help them enjoy writing.
These are some of the prompts that I used with my students as the Writing Staff
Developer in my school...(click to read more on the Writing & Promoting page)
Writing Tips by Fran Lewis
Secrets to Die For, Chapter 1
Author of the Detective Jackson mysteries The Sex Club, Secrets to Die For, The
Raina shut off the motor and glanced up at the puke-green doublewide with a
chunk of plywood over the front window. The near dusk couldn’t hide the broken
dreams of the trailer’s occupants, Bruce and Cindy Gorman. Raina wasn’t here to
see them. She was here for Josh, their eight-year-old son.
As a children’s support advocate, Raina had been assigned to monitor Josh six
months ago, when the state of Oregon had taken temporary custody and placed
the boy in foster care. Her primary (click to read more)
“Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far-
off shore where he would tread–wishing his foot were
equal with his eye…”
|The Mud Puddle
by Kim Reale Johnson
Ms. Johnson collects a lot of antique glass
negatives. This painting is (click to read more)
|The Worrying Whys Within
by Sarah Rahman
The worrying whys still haunt my mind
And the Acherontic aura surrounds me
Neither letting me live nor letting me die
The story still confounds me
Had it been the Divine play or the
Tempter’s little game
The miraculous reality of my life or a
hallucinating dream frame
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WICKEDLY EVER AFTER, by Michelle Marcos
I just love writing about bad girls. I am drawn to them in spite of their imperfections...maybe even
because of them. There's an old adage that says every villain is the hero of his own story. Well,
I want to know what makes bad girls tick. So I opened the doors on a place called The Pleasure
Emporium, London's most notorious bordello. In this series, the heroines are surrounded by
scarlet women, making them a little pink around the edges, but that's precisely what makes
them so irresistible to our heroes.
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Photo by Joanne Gallant-Chilton
Poetry by Jeanne Rippley
Eyes are only a vehicle for creation.
In the pool of soul behind them
all possibilities stream into a reality
seen only by the fearless heart.
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Mainely Classic Art By Kim
Regional Wildlife Manager,
Utah Div of Wildlife Resources
by Kimberlee Medicine Horn Jackson,
I had the honor of witnessing a Lenape Nation wedding this weekend. It was, without
question, the most moving wedding ceremony I have ever seen.
The church was nature, a circle of woodlands, open blueness of sky, downy clouds
floating, and the breezes. The bride wore a halo of flowers in her hair flowing loose
down her back. She wore a simple white garment, and stood in her bare feet. The
groom wore white trousers and white shirt with red ribbons. His hair was in a pony
tail. To see the two together, it was natural for them to be husband and wife.
The ceremony was spoken in the simple yet bold language of the tribal chief. He
explained.....(click to read more of this short story)
|"The Fighter King"
by John Bowers
had been cleared to deny cover to the enemy, but there were depressions and
occasional boulders. Even so, the Sirians making their way upward looked terribly
exposed. They were only two hundred yards out now, still climbing. At the base of
the gorge, Oliver saw another battalion getting ready. They would soon follow.
"When we open fire," he told Pedersen, "take your time and aim your shots. No
need for full auto until they get closer. Got that? This is just like a rifle range."
"Except the targets can shoot back," she reminded him.
He grinned at her. "You'll do okay. Just remember your training."
Pedersen gazed down the slope at the oncoming Sirians and Oliver sensed her
tension. He remembered his first real combat, and sympathized.
"Right now," he said, "it's best to keep your head down. Wait until they get closer."
"How much closer?"
"A hundred yards or less."
She heaved a deep sigh and......(click to read more of the Sneak Peek)
non-fiction by Natalie Williams
I grabbed the wood of my staff. It was warm in the hot baking sun. Without it I
would have been lost; my steady friend. I moved it in my fingers. It was rough
and the heat it had absorbed in the hours of my journey pulsed through the teak
wood fibres, through into my skin and bones. The wood was uneven and I
cautiously ran my fingers down to its base, expecting a splinter but I felt no stab
or prick. The knobbles and dark markings that mottled its fibrous coat were part
of my staff. Just like the African earth I stood in and was covered with my staff’s
damaged parts were beautiful. I looked down at my hands, happy in the silence.
The lines in my hands were marked out from the red earth I’d climbed up in.
There is a legend, you know. They say the earth in Africa is so red that you can
see the blood of fallen warriors flowing through it. I imagined the Zulu warriors of
old fighting with spears and skin shields, in the midday hours in the same
grasslands I had passed through only moments before.
Disturbed from my reverie by the team, I turned to look what was happening
behind me. Our guide was poised on one of the outlying boulders looking over
the grasslands by the waterhole. One of the men whispered to him, “what is It
bût?” “Sssh.” Our team leader held his hand up to silence him and pointed to
the left of the horizon. We stood marking the silence, the heat cascading off the
earth in mirage-like waves, until towards the left rising slope we saw a herd of
antelope strolling through the grasslands. The majestic herd leader strode tall,
chewing the cud at the front of the herd and looked over to where we stood,
watching. He locked eyes with me, moment to moment, as keen to understand
my presence there as I was to understand his.....(read more of this Sneak Peek)
with Author Pat Bertram
Travel the World
with Pamposh Dhar
|Can it be TOO big?
by F. Jay Robins
I talked to several people who had one to gather their thoughts on size and how to
determine what the best size might be. As you might imagine some have small one’s,
some have medium sized one’s, some have what most would call large ones and a few
have really big ones. I got lots of opinions on the subject, ranging from the pro’s and
con’s for wide or narrow one’s and for long and short one’s. There were a lot of good
ideas on the smallest details that should be considered and included when ranking the
options and features most admired. Structure is important since this is probably the
most important feature to keeping it erect for the long term. Probably the most often
repeated phrase that I got from almost everyone is that “you can’t build them big
enough”. I am talking about options for my new ....(read more & see photos in Articles)
Claude Monet’s House and Gardens
in Giverny, France
"My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece." – Monet, 19th century French painter
I have long loved Claude Monet’s fabulous impressionist paintings, especially his water lilies, so
beautifully displayed at the Musée de l’Orangerie in Paris. Many of these were painted in Monet’
s own gardens in the village of Giverny, where the artist lived and painted for the last 43 years
of his life.
Many years ago, I decided I wanted to see the natural beauty of the gardens that Monet himself
had planted and tended, and which had then inspired some of his best work as a painter.
In Paris, I hopped on a train moving towards ........
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A Poetry Session
with Poet Jeanne Riple
Reviewed by: Jo Linsdell
Getting your Book Published for Dummies is an easy to use reference that will
guide you through the publishing industry, introducing you to the key roles and
breaking down the various stages of a books development from idea to published
Sarah Parsons Zackheim worked in book publishing for nearly a decade before
becoming a widely published freelance writer. Adrian Zackheim is Associate
Publisher of the General Books Group at HarperCollins Publishers and has also
worked as an editor of fiction and non fiction. Their combined experience makes
them more than qualified to write this comprehensive guide.
The book is broken down into easy ..................
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be released December 8, 2009
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania 1867
In her gray Quaker bonnet and dress, Felicity Gabriel approached the gathering
of mourners at the memorial service on the windy hillside and tried to blend in,
hide her presence. The pastor was speaking beside the brand new stone marker
which would memorialize the life of Augustus Josiah Mueller, 1846-1865. Felicity
listened to the familiar comforting scriptures of death and victory. But even more
she tried to remember Gus, her oldest and dearest friend, before the war had
stolen him away and left him in an unmarked grave somewhere in Virginia.
Her mind brought up childhood images of Gus and she picking wild raspberries,
their faces smeared with scarlet berry juice. Then the two of them learning how to
ride that old mule his father had taken in trade. The mule had taken off with them,
giving them a wild ride till it bucked them off into the Mueller’s farm pond. Felicity
smiled, recalling how Gus had started laughing as if he’d just been highly
entertained. And then because he was a boy, he had thrown mud at her. Felicity
grinned, feeling her pinched mouth spreading wide into a glad smile.
“What are you grinning about?” The voice Felicity had dreaded flicked and
snapped her like the sharp tongue of a whip.
“I was remembering Gus........(read more at Sneak Peek)
|ONE NIGHT WITH YOU
Release date 11/03/09
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