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Haiku Friday – Magic & Hope

12 Jan

Hi everyone! A warm welcome to my blog!

Since last year, I’ve been saying that I have a strong feeling that 2018 is going to be a great year for me. Well, so far I’ve had a great start to the new year. I mentioned earlier this week that the Rave Reviews Book Club had selected me as “Spotlight” Author for the month of January, which is amazing! It’s going great! I’m having a lot of fun in the “Spotlight”. The RRBC “Spotlight” Author Blog Tour is still going on and you can follow the line-up of blogs hosting me, here. Please visit some of these blogs and say hello.

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My new release, The Fall of Lilith has received several great reviews this year, already! I’m extremely grateful to all of you who have read and reviewed the book. Thank you so much! You can read some of these wonderful reviews, here.

I have several goals for this year and two of these goals have to do with writing, so I really have to hunker down and get to work. I’m going to be ruthless about protecting my writing time this year.

This is my “Spotlight” Author schedule for the month:

Blog Tour: 1/7/18 – 1/13/18

“Bring On The Spotlight” Radio Show: 1/18/18

“Who’s On The Shelf?” Interview: 1/25/18

“SPOTLIGHT” Support Day: 1/29/18

* I’ll announce the different events and give more details, as we get closer to the dates.

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Illustration “Dragon Writer” by Andrew Ferez (25kartinok – DeviantART)

Some wondrous moments

appear like wishful dreams

carrying magic

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Illustration by Luis Royo (Dreams Collection)

 

“I believe we each make our own magic. It’s great to have hopes and dreams, but dreams only come true if we’re true to ourselves. To achieve our goals we’ve got to do more than hope. Hope works, if we do.” 

~Vashti Q

Magic and Hope are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

Haiku Friday – Singe & Deep

5 Jan

Happy Friday, everyone! I hope you are all keeping warm. The temperature in S. Florida is 55º F and it’s midday and the sun is blazing! 😮  To us, Floridians that’s like -10º F, anywhere else. Ironically, today’s prompt words from Ronovan Writes are Singe and Deep. Just reading the word singe warms me a little, but it also gives me an eerie feeling. With that being said, here’s my contribution for this week’s prompt challenge.

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“The house is on fire, and it isn’t my fault.” Emily crossed her thin arms as she stared at the burning house. She stood wide-eyed with red lips pursed.

The young female police officer in charged of her, observed her for a while. “Are you okay? I know this is a terrible experience for a ten year old girl to go through.”

The little girl didn’t look her way. She blinked a long blink and gave her a one shoulder shrug. Then she nodded her head ‘yes’, but said, “No, I don’t think so.”

The policewoman tilted her head and furrowed her brow. “I’m sorry, I know it’s got to be so hard for you. You can rest assured that the fireman are doing everything in their power to rescue your mother from the fire.”

Emily pressed her lips together, narrowed her deep-set chocolate brown eyes and then gazed at her like a puppy dog. “I left my scrunchy and my favorite teddy bear in the house. Do you think they’re burning right now?”

The policewoman stared at her and narrowed her eyes. She rubbed the nape of her neck and squatted down to be eye level with the girl. She took Emily by the shoulders and turned her, so that they faced each other. “I think you should come with me. I can take you to the hospital where you can be properly looked after. You shouldn’t be here.”

Emily frowned and wrested her shoulders from her. She turned away and continued to stare at the house engulfed in flames. “Once I had a pet hamster. He accidentally walked into our fireplace. He made the strangest sounds as he burned––it was a he and his name was Agamemnon. Do you know how long it took me to learn that name? I was only six then, but that’s the name my mother wanted to give him. She couldn’t even let me name my own pet.” She grumbled the last sentence. “I would have named him, Apple, because he was round and had red hair like mine.” Her alabaster skin flushed making her freckles appear darker. She lowered her eyebrows and squinted her eyes. “Agamemnon died quickly and stunk up the whole house!” She turned to look at the officer. “Do you think my mom will stink like that, as she burns?”

The woman jumped to a stand and looked at the girl with a shocked expression.

Emily turned her sight to the burning house again. “I’m sure it will take much longer for my mother to die, because she’s bigger. She may stink up the whole block.” She crinkled her pixie-like nose.

“Come with me.” The officer took her by the hand and pulled her toward her squad car.

“No!” Emily screamed. “I want to stay here! I want to see.” She wore a hostile facial expression. She pulled her hand from the woman’s hand and took a few steps closer to the house. Her small chest heaved with every breath. She raised her chin and shoved her hands in the front pockets of her jeans.

The policewoman’s eyebrows bumped together in a worried scowl. She minced her way up to her and stood silently by her side. Her eyes were fixed on the girl and squinted in a furtive manner.

A fireman covered in soot and coughing approached the police officer. He took off his fireman hat and ran his hands through his hair. His face was black with residue from the intense fire, but you could see his agonized expression. He gave Emily a grim look before turning to the officer again. He shook his head. “We did everything we could, but we couldn’t save her.” He lowered his voice some more and moved his head closer to the policewoman. “She burned to death. It was a gruesome sight.” He turned to Emily who was staring in their direction. “I’m sorry, kid.” He gestured goodbye to the officer and hurried away.

The policewoman wrapped her arms around her body. Her breaths were shallow and rapid. “I’m so sorry, Emily. The firemen did everything they could, but––”

“I know!” Emily interrupted her. “I heard everything the fireman said, even when he whispered.”

The police officer stared at the little girl with eyes glistening with pity, but her expression quickly turned to shock.

A grin spread slowly across Emily’s face, moving all her freckles.

After the first death

there is no other, you see.

Fire is complete

 

“Too many logs can squelch a fire. Flames need room to breathe.”

~Vashti Q

 

Singe and Deep are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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Enjoy your day and stay warm!

Haiku Friday – Nightmare & Horror

29 Dec

Hi, everyone! Welcome!

My best friend, Sophia won’t stop wailing and howling in the middle of the night. “It burns, it burns!” she screams. I visit her at her mother’s house, where her ashes are kept in an urn, but it doesn’t help.

 

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Night terrors visit

Sleep’s become a memory

I fear the darkness

The blue in his eyes

became the new shade of my

nightmares––Don’t wake me.

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Nightmare and Horror are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

Have a wonderful New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, everyone!

Haiku Friday – Flare & Steam

15 Dec

Happy Friday, everyone! Welcome!

I hope you are all doing well. It’s a beautiful day here in south Florida, although it’s still a bit chilly and by chilly I mean 70º F––yep, definitely sock weather. 😉

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I’m sharing a section from Chapter 16 from my novel, The Fall of Lilith today. The angel Fornues was a follower of Lilith and Satan and he too was cast out of heaven (Floraison). Fornues was one of the largest and strongest angels yet was easily led by the others, especially Lilith. When he fell to Earth he was transformed and could no longer speak but he had the ability to communicate with his mind. This is his account of his fall from grace.

Oh, one more thing. The language in which I wrote this book is a combination of early modern and contemporary English. If you’ve read any of Shakespeare’s works, seen movies like The Gladiator or The Other Boleyn Girl, then you may perceive what I did. 

Chapter 16

FORNUES’ CURSE

I have learned much from Satan’s account of his fall,” Lilith said. “Perhaps we should all tell our stories. It may prove enlightening.”

“That is a great idea.” Samael puffed himself up to tell his story next.

Gadreel glared at him, still hurt by his display of jealousy earlier. “It is a wonderful idea. Dagon, perhaps you should give your account next. I am certain we are all curious to learn how you came to be transformed into a merman.”

Samael muttered under his breath.

Dagon smiled at her. “I think it may be more interesting if Fornues told his story first.”

Samael frowned and huffed.

“Indeed, I am rather curious about how Fornues entered this world and how he came to be as he is,” Lilith said.

“How can the monster tell his story when he cannot break words?” Samael said in a sarcastic tone.

“He is not a monster!” Gadreel frowned and her hands squeezed into fists. “He is our friend and he can communicate to us in our minds as he has done since we came together.” She rolled her eyes at him and turned to Dagon again, touching her hair.

“Shall we move closer to shore, Satan?” Lilith asked.

Fornues interjected, “There is no need, for I can hear all your words clearly—even yours, Samael.” He dropped the last three words to a grumble.

“Apologies, Fornues, I meant no harm.” Samael shrugged.

“Go on, Fornues, reveal your story in our minds,” Satan said.

“I looked down from the edge of Floraison and saw the dark, icy waters of a vast frozen sea,” Fornues began. “Every fiber of my body trembled in fear of the unknown. As I plunged toward Earth, I thought of only doom. I was void of hope. If there was a future to be had at all, I saw only blackness.” Fornues became more and more emotional as he unintentionally transferred the feelings and experiences he described to the other angels. They suffered the despair and physical agony he communicated. “I crashed through solid ice into freezing waters. The pain that swathed me was indescribable. I did not believe I could survive. I suffered a million sharp spears stabbing me simultaneously over my entire body, again and again. I wailed in despair, for who could hear me?”

So real was his description in their minds that the others howled in pain, as though their bodies were crashing through the congealed surface of the frigid sea. Gadreel’s limp body lay sprawled on the ground, as if damaged and immersed in freezing water. Dagon hollered as the excruciating pain of freezing body tissues gripped him.

“I struggled as ice water filled my lungs paralyzing them,” Fornues continued. “I flapped my wings, flailed my arms, and thrashed my legs. It seemed the more I struggled, the faster I sank. I experienced crushing pressure, blows to my abdomen, and small explosions in my eyes. I longed for the light above me whose distance grew further out of my reach.”

Lilith screamed and writhed in agony as her body underwent cold, piercing jabs. Satan tried to assist her, but he, too, suffered the physical torments Fornues described. Samael convulsed as he experienced drowning in the frozen waters.

“I began to undergo a massive transformation, which began with my wings growing heavy. They began to tingle and blister as the freezing water destroyed underlying tissues. My wings congealed and became as ice. They became so painful I wanted to rip them off. My body grew and expanded in every direction. All the while, I shrieked and groaned, believing my body was being torn apart.”

Satan howled, clutching and tugging at his wings, for the pain they yielded was unbearable.

Fornues stopped communicating. His friends moaned, contorted, and juddered on the ground. “What is happening?” he asked.

“You have drawn us into your rendering, and we have suffered all you have described thus far,” Lilith said, breathless and wincing.

Fornues realized for the first time that he had the ability to project his feelings and physical torments onto others if he did not control his emotions. “Apologies. I was not aware I had such capacity. Perhaps I should not render my account.”

“Nonsense!” Dagon winced as he rubbed his chest and arms. “Simply control your projected feelings. We have all been through much suffering, but this is in our past. Tell us what happened to you, knowing in your heart that you have already overcome all you described and are the better for it.”

Samael threw his hands in the air. “He shall be the death of us all.”

Dagon and Gadreel glowered at him.

“What say you, my prince?” Lilith directed her sight on Satan.

“Pay no mind to Samael and continue your story, but heed Dagon’s counsel and project your feelings inward and not at us,” Satan said.

Samael clenched his jaw and lowered his head.

Fornues continued his story. “I no longer possessed the form of an angel, but had become the monster you see now. My wings were gone. I do not know why, but I mourn my wings the most. I realized I could no longer break words. When I opened my mouth to cry out for help, the sound I produced was a terrible shrill. I continued uttering the jarring sounds as I struggled in the frozen waters, hoping one of my friends would hear my call and somehow recognize it was I. My metamorphosis caused me intense pain, and I was afraid.”

Dagon hung his head.

“I was aware I was all alone and cursed,” Fornues continued. “I struggled against the changes, but only caused myself more pain and suffering. Still, I panicked and lamented, ‘Please, someone help me! I am all alone and in so much trouble.’ I hoped against hope that one of my allies would hear me and come to my rescue.”

“That was uncharacteristically optimistic of you, Fornues,” Lilith said, mocking him.

“His optimism served him and us well since we were able to find each other because of his hopeful cries,” Gadreel said. “Dagon, please tell us your story. I am certain––”

“What of Beelzebub?” Lilith glanced at Gadreel with a sneering smirk. “Does anyone know what became of him?”

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Fornues

Pitiful angel

Led astray by one of pause

to suffer and burn

In a dark world without laws

Here was no peace––no escape

(Flare – Burn) & (Steam – Led astray)

Flare and Steam are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

 

Haiku Friday – Bold & Daring

8 Dec

Happy Friday, everyone! Welcome to The Writer Next Door blog!

For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Vashti Quiroz-Vega but you can call me Vashti Q. 😉

A couple of weeks ago I had a very special guest on my blog. Her name is Gadreel and she is one of the characters from my new release, The Fall of Lilith. I had such a great time interviewing her that I decided to invite another character from the book.

I’ve invited Gabriel to come and interview with me today. Gabriel grew up in Floraison along with Lilith, Lucifer, Gadreel and the rest of the angels. He still resides in Heaven’s lowest realm but there was a moment when he imagined his eyes closed to the light of Floraison forever, as God’s punishment for his illicit act.

“If you build the guts to do something, anything, then you better save enough to face the consequences.”

Criss Jami 

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He dared seduce me

And beckoned the thumping beats

within my bold chest

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Character Interview: Gabriel, Celestial Angel

 

Vashti: ( I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look at him. He was no more than a shimmer of mist. Through him the edges of my sofas and ottoman became blurred.)

Hello Gabriel. I’m happy you decided to join us. I know your decision to come was not an easy one.

(It was not until he spoke that he congealed into a form, an angel.)

 

Gabriel:

I decided to come, because I feel that others may learn from my mistakes.

 

Vashti: (Gawking at Gabriel)

I apologize for staring but Ive never seen anything––anyone like you before. Your irises are a brilliant white, yet I distinguish them from the whites of your eyes. Your silvery skin glitters ever so lightly. You seem almost solid but not really. Why is your appearance so different from that of the other angels?

 

Gabriel: (His shoulders slumped and he looked down and away from me.)

I did not always have this ethereal form. Once, I was of flesh and blood. Not like a human, for angelic flesh and blood is very different from that of mankind, although they may appear somewhat similar. I was weak and allowed myself to be seduced by the wicked Beelzebub. What we did was against God’s laws and I thought I would be put to death. Instead, God chose to spare my life but as punishment for my wrongdoing He took away my flesh, so that it may never tempt me to lose control and break his laws again. 

(A chill filled the air and I shivered)

 

Vashti:

Are you able to feel another’s caress in this form?

 

Gabriel: (He gazed at me with an agonized expression and shook his head)

I no longer feel any pleasures of the flesh. No kiss shall ever warm my lips, no touch shall ever make my breath shake, and no embrace shall ever give me comfort. Passion no longer exists for me and honeyed words whispered in my ears shan’t bring forth billowing breaths. I feel only the truth.

 

Vashti: ( I leaned forward and took his hand in mine but it was like trying to hold an ice fog and his hand slipped right through mine. My hand was chilled to the bone, so I retrieved it quickly and blew hot air on it.)

 

Gabriel: (He tilted his head and looked at me with a quizzical expression)

Why did you do that?

 

Vashti:

I’m sorry, I was just trying to comfort you. I wanted to hold your hand but I couldn’t grasp it and it felt like I had dipped my hand in glacial water. My fingers are still numb. Tell us what happened between you and Beelzebub that warranted such a severe punishment.

 

Gabriel:

I had always been attracted to Beelzebub and he made it quite obvious that he was also attracted to me. I hid my feelings for him deep inside myself, for the laws in Floraison clearly state that angels are not permitted to indulge on such feelings. I should have kept far away from him, as Michael and Raphael warned me countless times but I underestimated the strength of my feelings and beelzebub’s skills of seduction. One day, I allowed things to get too far and . . . (He buried his face in his hands and bowed his head.)

 

Vashti: ( I watched him for a while wanting to hug him but afraid of what would happen to me if I did. I proceeded to change the subject.)

Gabriel, you invented many instruments in heaven. You have also inspired many men to invent instruments of music here on earth, as well as, the writing of songs and poetry. I thank you for this, because without music, song and verse this planet would be a very dark place. I see that you have brought with you a beautiful golden horn. Tell us about it.

 

Gabriel: (His whole demeanor changed and he sat straighter in his seat. He lifted and demonstrated the wind instrument.)

This is the Horn of Truth. It is an instrument forged by the hands of God. He gave it to me as a gift for revealing the truth to Him and for being remorseful for my actions. When I play the horn, everyone who hears its sound is compelled to tell the truth.

 

Vashti:

Oh wow. That’s interesting. Can I borrow it?

 

Gabriel:

Absolutely not.

 

Vashti:

Come on. Not even for a day or maybe for a couple of hours? 

 

Gabriel:

No.

 

Vashti:

I promise I’ll give it right back. Why don’t you blow on it right now and you’ll see I’m telling you the truth.

 

Gabriel: (He gives an exasperated sigh.)

It would not work for you. In your hands it would be no more than an ordinary horn. Its magic works only through me. Besides, I do not want your spittle on it. 

 

Vashti:

Okay! You know, there is such a thing as being too honest.

 

Gabriel:

I do not think so.

 

Vashti:

Well, that is all for today. Thank you for being my guest, Gabriel. It was a pleasure having you here.

 

Gabriel:

Thank you. Stay honest. I shall keep my eyes on you and my horn of truth shall always be near.

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Bold and Daring are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!

Haiku Friday – Smooth & Hand

10 Nov

Hi everyone! Welcome to “Haiku Friday” at The Writer Next Door blog.

 

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Smooth and Hand are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

*I’m sharing two Tankas today.

Tanka: A Japanese poem consisting of five lines, the first and third of which have five syllables and the other seven, making 31 syllables in all and giving a complete picture of an event or mood.

You Haunt Me

Her skin appeared smooth

I took her hand, hoping to

feel her loving touch

But only energy flowed

Sans matter, skin was a thought

Nature’s laws are gone

For a ghost has just appeared

And that ghost is me

I should stop following her

And whispering in her ears

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Enjoy the weekend, everyone!

Haiku Friday – Wrong & Touch

27 Oct

Happy “Haiku Friday” and a warm welcome to my blog!

I hope you have something cool to drink, because the temperature is about to climb a few degrees.

Wrong and Touch are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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I’m in the wrong bed

But your sweet touch reminds me

that I’m still alive

Touch me, my lover

I need to be reminded

My heart isn’t wrong

Lay your hands on me

I need to know I exist

In your callous heart

Taste my existence

Fill your mouth with my body

And it will haunt you

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Have a good one, everyone!

 

 

Haiku Friday – Lake & Calm

20 Oct

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Lake and Calm are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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Wild lake of my mind,

reflect the calm colors of 

my thoughts, dreams,  fond hopes

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Happy Friday and great weekend, everyone!

Haiku Friday – Silk & Skin

6 Oct

Happy Friday and welcome to The Writer Next Door blog!

Silk and Skin are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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How is Silk Made? | Today I Found Out – Feed Your Brain

Silkworm

Give up your secrets

and end up like the silkworm

vanished in a tie

Build your silky room

Choose your sheath to boil

or grow flightless wings

Next time you feel like you have it bad, think of the poor silkworm.

 

Haiku Friday – Touch & Miss

22 Sep

Hello friends! A warm welcome to my blog!

 

Today would have been my father’s birthday. He’s no longer with me, but he lives in my heart. I’m going to try to make this day about remembering all the happy times we shared. All the deep conversations, laughs, and meaningful moments. I declare September 22nd a holiday –– in my house and within my family. There’s a heaviness in my chest, because I miss him. I’ll try to take solace in the truth that he’ll never be forgotten and he’ll always be with me.

“You will always be in my heart . . . because in there you’re still alive.”

~Jamie Cirello

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Father

You taught me so much

But there’s one thing you did not

I never learned how

to exist in your absence

I never learned to miss you

You were always there.

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Touch and Miss are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.


Today is the Rave Reviews Book ClubPay It Forward‘ Day. I was supposed to choose one person from the club and dedicate this day to that member, but there are so many talented, creative and kind people I couldn’t choose just one. Instead I chose the wonderful club itself and will tweet, google, tumble, stumble, pin and share as many members as possible, as well as the club. Remember readers and writers are all welcome to join this fantastic family. If you’re a writer or an avid reader or both, please join us.

Have a great day, everyone!