Archive for September, 2011
My consistent readers,
Both of you, JUST KIDDING.
I’m posting a review of the anthology, Curious Hearts, submitted to GOODREADS.
Read from September 13 to 20, 2011
Anthologies are interesting. You get a wide range of stories and styles. Curious Hearts was no exception. Seven authors contributed to the collection, with a common theme of tough choices involving love. Within the pages were tales of time-travel, space travel, the draw toward old lovers, experimenting with new love, and a near-death experience.
Each story showcased the author’s unique voice. I particularly enjoyed that some of them didn’t end quite the way you’d expect. The choices that had to be made were gut-wrenching at times. There was also a good share of humor in several of these.
Some of the best unexpected twists and humor were found in Jane Carver’s “A-mazing Shift”, Walt Trizna’s “Elmo’s Sojourn”, and Jenny Twist’s “Doppelganger”. But, you’ll have to read it yourself if you want to pick your own favorites.
Because of some very explicit sexual content in the stories “Mission to Doom” and “Bi-Curious Wife”, I recommend this book for adults only
September 23, 2011 at 3:25 pm
My consistent readers,
Those with Kindles and Nooks, here’s another opportunity to read one of my stories, The Crystals of Life published by Books To Go Now.
I hope you buy it (it is really cheap), and enjoy it, please let me know. If you don’t enjoy it, let me know why. I have a writer’s ego, able to compliments and criticism.
Walt
http://bookstogonow.com/crystalsoflife.html
Walt
September 18, 2011 at 6:08 pm
My readers,
I know some of you have read my poem about 9/11. This is certainly a rough day for us all, but we are strong. This unexpected evil has happened to our country twice. It could someday happen again. Never forget who you are and what built this nation.
Walt
September 11, 2011 at 8:50 pm
My consistent readers,
I first published this poem on my blog last year on 9/11.
I wanted to revisit the memory burned in my mind that fateful day ten years ago.
JUMPERS
They were like birds flying,
Leaping from flaming windows,
No wings to purchase air,
No hope of flying home.
They were like birds flying,
Tumbling in twos, alone,
Flashing by in a smoke-filled sky
While crowds watched in horror.
They were like birds flying
Flights, imprinting the nation’s memory.
They were like birds flying,
Carrying us into a world of fear.
September 10, 2011 at 5:51 pm
I’ll have a short story, The Mansion of Nightmares, coming out soon in the anthology, Spellbound 2011, published by Melange Books.
September 4, 2011 at 6:10 pm