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Poetry Tuesday – Desire
Sweet desire, take me in Let the fiery heat begin Breathe, darling; kiss my pouting lips Move your hand over my wavy hips Oh, such ecstasy, do not go Join me in our private little show Let me feel every part of you I won’t stop until it’s through Close the curtains; there’s nothing to…
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A Laughing Matter of Pain Release on 9/29! #newrelease #bookbuzz #bookpromo #historicalfiction #familylife
Reserve your copy of A Laughing Matter of Pain on #Amazon today: https://buff.ly/2QzItyl #NewRelease 9/29! Laughter can hide a lot of pain that’s drowned by the bottle and good times. Even in the darkest depths of a prison cell, there is hope.
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Throwback Thursday Artwork #throwbackthursday #art #artwork #amdrawing
Just the front of the Phantom of the Opera DVD case, drawn in 2008. I’ve seen the movie, read the novel, and seen the play both off-Broadway and an amateur version. LIKE WHAT YOU’VE SEEN? PLEASE SUBSCRIBE TO MY BLOG, WHERE I POST A PIECE OF ARTWORK EVERY THURSDAY. ALSO KEEP UP-TO-DATE WITH MY WRITING…
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Review of The Memory Tree (Carson Chronicles Book 2) by John A. Heldt
The Memory Tree is the second in the Carson Chronicles series, immediately following the events of the first book, River Rising. Please read my review of the first book here. In book two of the five-part series (books three through five still to be released), we follow the Carson family from 1889 to 1918. The…
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Passion, Love, Memories Speak Across Time – How Vincent Van Gogh’s Life Inspires
Yesterday’s room next door–that feeling of being in a room, separated by a simple wall that might as well be a chasm, from the room right next door, only that room belongs to yesterday. The echoes of voices, the dim music, words on yellowed paper, dried paint, a brush of a kiss, the faded picture…
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Remembering Grandpa by Creating Him
We stood in the basement of my grandma’s old house, the place I visited every Sunday afternoon as a child. I was now an adult. While I knew she had passed away years ago, as had the man with me, the moment felt so real. The security of his arms around me, the steady rise…