cobwebs and memories

Greetings From Below (Book Review)

2011-02-23T06:33:00.000-08:00

Greetings From Below
By David Philip Mullins
Sarabande Books
ISBN 978-1-932511-88-8

Poignant

Greetings From Below by David Philip Mullins is a kind of story that will let you sit back and think about your life, your childhood moments and even up to the silliest things you used to do from your early days.

It is a story of a teenage boy who actually reached out to his soul using different ways which for others could be quite weird and as I must say, interesting. Mr. Mullin’s voice is like an autumn wind – crisp and embracing at the same time. His choices of words and events are all so real that you could almost see the characters moving, breathing, living in front of your eyes.

Every event on the main character’s life is like a roller coaster ride. You can actually feel his loneliness and longing, his excitement and happiness and even his anger and passion. Mr. Mullin writes with conviction and clarity which his readers will truly enjoy.

If I will be given a chance to send out gifts today and wait no more for holidays just to send out perfect presents to my friends, then I will surely give each of them a copy of Greetings From Below by Mr. Mullin!

For more information about the author, please contact the author at davidphilipmullins@yahoo.com

The Mystery of Fate (Book Review)

2010-11-09T03:20:00.000-08:00

The Mystery of Fate
Common Coincidence or Divine Intervention?
Real Stories – Real People
Complied and Edited By: Arlene Uslander and Brenda Warneka
R.J. Buckley Publishing
ISBN: 978-0-9819654-2-0

Will touch the deepest part of your soul…

The Mystery of Fate compiled and edited by Arlene Uslander and Brenda Warneka is a beautiful and soul searching compilation of true stories from real people. It is a wonderful book filled with heart wrenching stories that would not only make you see the beauty of your life but also the wonders and grace of the Creator above. The stories in this unforgettable compilation will surely make you cry, laugh, sigh and realize that God really moves in mysterious ways.

Some of the most unforgettable stories I’ve read in this book are the following: Journey to Healing, A Book from the Sealed Library, Go Home, A Star is Watching, Mother’s Voice, The Fate of Aspirin and Fascination: Message from Above. These stories have touched my heart and soul since some of them actually happened in my life, one way or another.

The Mystery of Fate is not just an ordinary inspirational book. It is not the kind of book which you will keep hidden in your book shelf for years and years. It is actually the kind of book which you will keep under your pillow for a very long time. It is true inspirational book that would linger in your heart and soul even when you are done reading it.

To know more about this inspirational book go to http://www.thefatesite.com/ or you can send an email to uslander.arlene@gmail.com

I Made Out with a Teenage Communist! (Book Review)

2010-10-29T04:28:00.000-07:00

I Made Out with a Teenage Communist!
By Erin O’ Riordan
CreateSpace
ISBN-10: 1453648488
ISBN-13: 978-1453648483

An Unforgettable Debut Novel

For these past few months I’ve been into YA books and find them impressive and even unforgettable. It was like I was back in my high school years again only with more magic, more emotions, more colors. I’ve felt young and free again as soon as I started reading Ms. O’ Riordan’s debut teen novel.

I Made Out with a Teenage Communist is a strong and clever novel that would surely make you cry, laugh and even sigh with wonder. The story itself is quite simple but the emotions and colors which the author sprinkled on each phrases were wonderful that you could almost hear and feel the character’s feelings.

I Made Out with a Teenage Communist will surely make you see the value of your every day life. It will help you see how simple things are the most important things of all. If you want to change your ordinary life into something more worth living for then you’d better get this book now. This novel will surely touch the deepest part of your soul.

To get more information about the book or about the author
contact Erin O’ Riordan at erinoriordan@sbcglobal.net

New & Selected Poems 1975 – 2005 Robert Ronnow (Book Review)

2010-10-13T21:47:00.000-07:00

New & Selected Poems 1975 – 2005
Robert Ronnow
By Barnwood Press
ISBN 978-0-935306-52-1

Engaging and Witty

New & Selected Poems 1975-2005 Robert Ronnow is actually a collection of poems which Mr. Ronnow have written and published from year 1975-2005. Some of the poems here were from his previous books and literary journals.

Mr. Ronnow’s poetry is so alive and moving that you could almost feel, see, hear and even taste the different faces of life. His words will touch the deepest part of your soul and will stay there even after you are through reading his book. Mr. Ronnow presents each of his poems with great skills and poignancy.

Some of my favorite poems are Mirrors, Rain, Let Us Accept this Pain, Life is not a Curse, To Fail Well, The Recent and Long Dead, Until the Fight is Done and Belonging to the Loved Ones. What even makes Mr. Ronnow’s poems amazing is that you can actually feel his emotions through it. Every word, every stanza is like a flowing river in spring time.

New & Selected Poems 1975-2005 Robert Ronnow is one of the best collection of poetry books I’ve read this year. If you are looking for some fresh but soul touching work then you’d better take this book with you. It will take you higher until you could no longer feel your feet on the ground.

To know more about the author, please contact Mr. Robert Ronnow at ronnow@taconic.net

One Under the Sun (Book Review)

2010-10-13T20:33:00.000-07:00

One Under the Sun
By Vincent Spada
Brambleby Books (UK)
ISBN 978-0-9553928-6-3

A True Page Turner!

I was actually surprised when Mr. Vincent Spada asked me if I could read and write a review about his latest collection of poetry, One Under the Sun. As soon as I started reading his latest collection, I know I’m up for something fresh and heartfelt work.

One Under the Sun by Vincent Spada is one of the most heartfelt and engaging collection of poetry book I’ve read. His feelings and emotions are actually carefully etched and engraved on his every word. His poems are like soft melody under the soft sound of the raindrops pouring on the rooftop. It’s like you can actually feel his happiness, his anger, his desire and even his loneliness through his poems.

Some of my favorite pieces are In a Dark, Dark Place, I Wish to See the Rainbow, Fading, The Last Great Something, Our Only Life, Sometimes and Jus Tremble for Me. I am actually a great fan of poems since I am also a published poet. I truly find Mr. Spada’s collection of poetry as one of the best book I’ve ever read this year.

One Under the Sun will surely make you smile, make you laugh and would even make you cry for its beauty are very deep and intense. If you want something that will forever be etched in your soul then I highly recommend Mr. Spada’s collection of poetry, One Under the Sun.

For more details you can contact Mr. Vincent Spada at vinspada@yahoo.com

Shadow From the Past (Book Review)

2010-06-19T06:20:00.001-07:00

Shadow From The Past
Book Three in Legends of the Four Races
By E.A. Rappaport
Owl King Publishing, LLC
ISBN: 978- 0- 9789393-4-2

Shadow From the Past by E.A. Rappaport is a story about an Arboreal wizard named Jarlen who lives, fights and survives in his magical world. While returning from his first adventure, he finds his master’s place already devoured by a green fire. While the rest of the magical creatures blame the Ferfolk, Jarlen continue his journey in search for his master’s murderer. Then he soon meets a young Ferfolk who is also in search for answers as a similar incident also happened near his home.

Will this accidental meeting be the start of a new friendship between the two worlds or the start of a bloody war of revenge?

Shadow from the Past is a kind of story that will leave you begging for more. Its magical and vivid images are so real that you could almost hear the soft shuffling of the leaves and even the way the trees stretched their roots. E.A. Rappaport writes with his imagination as if he is in a dream state. This book is like the movie Lord of the Rings and Alice in Wonderland rolled into one!

To contact the author, ethan1@owlking.com

The Pagan (Book Review)

2010-06-19T06:14:00.000-07:00

The Pagan
By Rod Nave
Hayden Bridge Publishing Edition
ISBN: 978-0-xxx-017770-y

You Will Never Turn Off The Lights Again…

When I first received this book, I know deep within me that I’m up to something I will never forget…

The Pagan by Rod Nave is a story about an ancient demon chained for hundred years and was finally set free when seven teenagers went to Haiti as a rescue team of earthquake victims. Because of curiosity and fate combined together, the demon of ancient time was released and ready to take their lives in its hand, one by one.

Every page, every chapter will surely takes your breath away as the demon takes its step in conquering the world…almost.

Rod Nave wrote the story with careful details and vivid images you could almost feel the demon breathing against your skin. Each chapter will send chill to your spine that will make you turn its page after page after page until you can almost hear your own heart beat racing against you. The way he describes every scene will leave you breathless. You will never find any words or even chapters that will make you sigh with boredom. The book itself was a true page turner.

The Pagan by Rod Nave is a kind of book horror fans will surely put up on their first shopping checklist. Hand it over to horror fanatics and they will surely love it! Move over Chucky doll! Sleep tight, Linda Blair! Your worst nightmare has finally arrived…

To contact the author Rodney Nave Rodnave53@yahoo.com

39 Poems by Charles J. Butler (Book Review)

2010-06-11T05:44:00.000-07:00

39 Poems
By Charles J. Butler
No Shirt Press, Brooklyn, NY
ISBN 978-0-9772718-8-7

So vivid you can actually feel his words against your skin

39 Poems by Charles J. Butler is a collection of great poetry presented in a way you will never forget. Every word Mr. Butler used on his pomes are carefully sought and described in vivid colors. The feelings, thoughts and voice of the author are all visible and real in this book. You’d be amaze just how simple his words are but each of it represents the most vivid and colorful images I’ve ever read and see.

Some of my favorite pieces from 30 poems are Crimson Stroll, One Autumn, Conversation and most of all Gospel. These poems I selected (for me) are the best ones. It describes the deepest emotions of the author. Every word is so real that you actually feel his heartbeat, read his thoughts and even feel his breath against your skin. Reading poems should be always like that. It should be something that will leave you begging for more.

39 Poems by Charles J. Butler is a kind of poetry collection that only offers true emotions, no hint of hypocrisy at all. He words and thoughts when combined can actually create a true masterpiece. 39 Poems is the kind of poetry collection you will surely love to give to your closest friend and loved ones. It is the kind of book that will surely stays under your pillow every night – hoping to get inside it even if it has to be only in your dreams.

To get more details about the author and to get a copy of this book, please contact the author at cjcorneilson@gmail.com

Footprints in the Bajra (book review)

2010-05-01T01:41:00.000-07:00

Footprints in the Bajra
By Nabina Das
Cedars Books An Imprint of Pustak Mahal
ISBN 978-81-223-1099-3

Out of the Ordinary

Footprints in the Bajra by Nabina Das is a novel that revolved in the dark corners that still haunt India even after all these modern and up to date inventions of men. It is a compelling story of struggle and change. What even makes her novel more interesting is the way the author described every places, histories and even beliefs of the Indian people. Her details are all so vivid you can actually see, feel and even taste her words.

Footprints in the Bajra will take you away to a place where histories and beliefs are well observed. The people in her story are also so colorful that you can actually hear their heartbeat in every page.

Nabina Das has definitely written from her heart and soul. Her love from her country, the beautiful and exotic India, showed from her novel. Reading her novel will make you crave for more as she takes your hand to the curry loving country. A kind of book you will love to have in your bed side table forever.

To get to know the author more or to get a copy of her book, please visit http://fleuve-souterrain.blogspot.com/

Where the Dog Star Never Glows

2010-04-22T17:24:00.000-07:00

This is one of the great books I've wrote a review. I hope you could all check it out.

http://www.press53.com/bioTaraLMasih.html

Where the Dog Star Never Glows (Book Review)

2010-04-08T21:10:00.000-07:00

Where the Dog Star Never Glows
by Tara L. Masih
Press 53, LLC
ISBN 978-0-9825760-5-2

The first time I received Ms. Masih’s book, I know I’m up to something I will never forget.

Where the Dog Star Never Glows by Tara L. Masih is a collection of stories that will linger in your mind even after you’re done reading it a hundred times. Her stories are so rich and its characters are all so vivid you can actually hear their voices inside your head. Every story has its own hidden colors that once you’ve finally come to see it, you will surely try to catch your breath.

Some of my favorite stories are Ghost Dance, The Dark Sun, Asylum, Sunday Drives and Huldi (India, 1990). These stories I truly found very interesting and very absorbing. Ms. Masih’s words are like cold and refreshing shower of rain pouring down on barren lands. Every story comes from the heart of every kind of races. Revealing that no matter what color is your skin, the love still shines in the soul and heart.

Where the Dog Star Never Glows is the kind of book you will never forget. It is a kind of collection you will surely read again and again even if you’ve already memorize the story itself by heart.

To get to know the author more, visit her site at www.taramasih.com

Danse Macabre Online Literary Journal

2010-04-03T03:49:00.000-07:00

Canto
Akili Amina - Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz - Helen Catherine Calcutt - J. de SalvoWilliam Doreski - Michael Foran - Branch Isole - Benjamin Krause Lyn Lifshin - Jayanta Mahapatra - David McLean - Luigi Monteferrante Richard Rand - Lanie Shanzyra Rebancos - Minal Sarosh - Ray Succre Darby Tench - Turgut Uyar - Sarah White - Noel Williams

http://dansemacabre.art.officelive.com/CantoPoesia.aspx

Starving Swallows (Book Review)

2010-04-02T19:58:00.000-07:00

Starving Swallows
by Radomir Vojtech Luza
PublishAmerica Baltimore
ISBN: 1-60563-725-4

Hard to Put Down

Starving Swallows by Radomir Vojtech Luza is a collection of poems that revolves around the vivid world of a man’s journey through the tunnel of psychotropic medications. Each poem has its own color and breathing image, sometimes its so plain that you could see only two colors-black and white and sometimes its so vivid you could see colors you do not usually see from a rainbow.

Mr. Luza’s poems are so real you could feel the deepest part of the character’s heart through it. His poems seem to breathe its own imaginative life. Some of my favorite poems are Divorce, Bipolar Disaster, Bible Girl, Alone and 21 Minutes. These poems reminded me of so many things in life, some had even happened to me in some ways.

Starving Swallows is the kind of book you will surely read all night never mind the early morning chores. It is one of the many poetry collections I read that I can say I have a hard time putting down.

To reach the author, you can check out his site at http://www.ollav.com/radluza/

Letter From A Dying Woman

2010-03-24T18:03:00.000-07:00

the time has come
for me to pack my bags
to turn off the hallway lights
to lock the doors
for I’m going away
with a one way ticket
to a place where everybody will go
but no one is supposed to come back
to tell others what it looks like
to tell who lives there.

the time has come
and there’s no turning back
no more pleadings, no more prayers
could turn it back
the angel with ebony wings
has landed his feet for me
no, you can’t hold me back
even if you tug with all your might
I’m no longer yours
I now belong to somebody
a spirit belongs to a spirit.

the time has come
a wind will blow out the candle
soon darkness will embrace me
will swallow me with delight
but there will be no more pain,
no more agony, I hope.
reaching that place
will be different, so different
and so are you
without me

the time has come
the night is here
tomorrow is far behind
the sun will still be here
but I will not be there for it
the birds will still sing
but I will no longer hear it
the rain will still pour
but I will no longer feel it
shed those tears now
save it in your heart
until we meet again.

For Sondra Ball who passed away in the first hours of Wednesday, March 17th 2010. She was a wonderful poet, haijin and very hard working editor of Autumn Leaves. Her spirit will forever live in our hearts.

Complementary Colors (Book Review)

2010-03-22T03:56:00.000-07:00

Complementary Colors
By Kate Evans
Vanilla Heart Publishing
ISBN 978-1-935407-86-7
LCCN: 2009924117

Honest and Profound

Complementary Colors by Kate Evans is a story filled with love and honesty. The love between the two women is one of the amazing things in the world though many are still against it. The beauty the seeps through it are so fresh and tasteful that you could actually feel the characters’ breath against your skin.

It all started with that special smile from Jamie and since that first poetry night, Gwen had never been the same. Something inside her starts to stretch its arms and touches the deepest part of her womanhood. What even makes the book special is that Kate Evan herself is a poet. She sprinkled her story with beautiful poems. These poems made the book more profound.

Complementary Colors is a kind of book you will surely give your girlfriend. It is one of the most unforgettable books I’ve ever read. Complementary Colors is so fresh and its images are so vivid that you could actually feel the characters in your soul.

To know more about the author, please check out her website www.beingandwriting.blogspot.com

Sewing a Friendship (Book Review)

2010-03-02T04:11:00.000-08:00

Sewing a Friendship
By Natalie Tinti
ISBNs 978-0-9842625-1-9 (Extended Cover)
978-0-9842625-0-2 (Hard Cover with Dust Jacket)
978-1-4495193-6-0 (Soft Cover)

Fresh as a spring morning

Sewing a Friendship by Natalie Tinti is a wonderful story about friendship and how each person’s differences are not a hindrance to build a lasting one. It’s a warm story about five girls finding each other’s company in midst of needs. The elder in the story also played a wonderful role in helping and building the kids’ dreams into a reality. Sewing a Friendship is a story that will fit every girl’s sweet and imaginative minds. The simplicity of the plot is very easy to understand thus have great impact to the readers.

Natalie Tinti wrote her story from her heart and when my nine year old daughter finished reading the book, she said it was beautiful and worth reading. What makes the book stand out more was the way Natalie drew those colorful drawings and knick knacks. It makes her book more appreciative and enjoyable to read by kids at her age.
Sewing a Friendship is written and illustrated by a ten year old girl whose dream is to reach kids with a simple message that friendship can make the world a better place to live again. The story also foretold that helping each other is a very simple task as well giving support to each other. She carefully illustrated her characters that each one came out very unique and different from each other.

Sewing a Friendship is a kind of book you will love to give your kids and even to your grandchildren as it full of lessons and wonderful words. Natalie Tinti has a lot more great stuff in writing in stored for her in the future. Her work is very promising.

Visit the author's website at http://www.tintinatie.com/

First Sight (Vampire Poem)

2010-02-27T02:47:00.000-08:00

I see your face again tonight
staring back at me with those golden eyes
like amber aflame with desire
but why can’t I reach you
when you are so near
there’s something in you that keeps
me away from your arms
I could feel the heat of your breath
against my skin
my skin that tingles with passion each
time you were around

I see your face again tonight
amongst the crowd you stand out
your skin so white and flawless
so smooth that I could almost
feel it against mine
but something in your eyes always stops me
something more than passion
something like hunger

I see your face again tonight
the longing so deep
my body aches for your arms
my soul yearns for your voice
staring back at me
with those amber eyes, so cold
and yet so warm
then slowly you smiled

This poem will appear on Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine on its summer issue.

The Chronicles of Bipolar Romance (Book Review)

2010-02-17T03:39:00.000-08:00

The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance
By Julie M. Tate
Self-Published Book

So honest it cuts deep into your heart.

As soon as I opened my mail and saw the book, The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance, I know I’m up to something different, something extraordinary.

Ms. Tate’s book is something you will surely not ignore from its cover to its contents. Her poems are like actual stories that you will crave for more. Reaching the end of the line of each poem made me sigh and beg for more. Her words flow naturally as if she is talking right next to you. The way she describes her every poem will etched right into your heart and will leave deep marks on your soul.

Few of my favorite poems are Voyeur, Glass Slipper Pt. II and A Visitor at Closing Time. Somehow I can relate with her tales as one of them happened to me one way or another in my past life. It is like looking on a mirror, reflections of the past just came back to me in a flash as soon as my mind starts to wander on her poems. She tells her poems in a way, most traditional editors will ignore. But that’s the biggest things most traditional editors missed from this kind of work. They missed the sense of everything from the sense of feel up to the sense of taste. Ignoring those important things will make any writer’s work turn into waste.

The Rough Chronicles of Bipolar Romance by Julie M. Tate is the kind of poetry chapbook you will surely read again and again. Her words will linger in your mind, digging deep into your consciousness as every word will surely search the deepest part of your soul. So good you’d ask for a second, then third then fourth serving of it again and again.

To know more about the book and the author, Julie M. Tate, you can visit her website at www.devilgossip.com

Because of Spring

2010-02-14T02:05:00.000-08:00

so fragrant, this morning

all my pains forgotten
because of you, spring

One Spring Haiku

2010-02-12T18:43:00.000-08:00

puddle after puddle

on the road, remains of

last year's haiku

Huge Blue Book Review

2010-02-10T02:06:00.000-08:00

Huge Blue
By Patrick Pilarski
Leaf Press
ISBN 978-1-926655-02-4

Vivid Tour Guide

Huge Blue by Patrick Pilarski is a collection of Japanese form poetry which revolved in the beauty and breath taking sights found in Canada. Every written poem is entwined with colors that you could almost see it right through the pages. The smell and feel of his words will make you jump right through his books. Even the cold wind seems visible, touching your skin as you turn the pages for more beautiful and profound pomes.

Huge Blue as I must say is one of the best Japanese form poetry book I get my hands on. Mr. Pilarski’s words will take you high up in the Canadian skies. His book will almost make you feel as if you are already standing on the cold land of Canada. Your eyes will see things in different ways as you read his poems.

Huge Blue is so vivid you’d forget you are just sitting right in your home.

For more details about the book and its author, visit www.leafpress.ca

More Pics from Shea's field trip

2010-02-05T20:44:00.001-08:00

Shea Leigh Field Trip

2010-02-05T20:38:00.000-08:00

These pics were taken yesterday (Feb. 05, 2010) from my daughter's Field trip. They went to crocodile farm and to one of the historical places in Manila, the Fort Santiago. This was the same place where our national hero, Dr. Jose Rozal was kept as a prisoner by the Spaniards.

My son, Jibrill Shaun's 4th Birthday

2010-02-03T19:39:00.000-08:00

This is my son, Jibrill Shaun's 4th birthday. He just turned 4 yestreday (Feb. 03, 2010).

Canadian Zen Haiku Journal Review

2010-01-29T20:22:00.000-08:00

Canadian Zen Haiku Journal
By Richard Janke Vallance
Describe Adonis Press
ISSN 1705 4508

A Place You Can Call Home

Canadian Zen Haiku started as an ezine some years ago but with the love and support of its moderator and editor-in-chief, Mr. Richard Janke Vallance and all the members and contributors, this vivid and imaginative haiku ezine turned into a one of the popular haiku print journals around the world. Since it became a printed journal, many haijins all over the world have been able to publish their wonderful haiku and other Japanese literary works. Most haijins came from Canada, USA, Japan, India, Europe and even in the Philippines.

Canadian Zen Haiku journal publishes different faces of Japanese translations such as haiku, tanka, haibun, sernyu, kanji and even haiga and haibun. Unlike any other haiku journal, Canadian Zen Haiku expresses its contributed works with vivid and picturesque images that only makes every work more alive. Every work from haijin all over the world are all captivating on its own beauty and imagination that will surely make every reader sigh and think for just awhile and savor each perfectly made works.

Mr. Vallance always see to it that all the support and encouragements are given to all his members and contributors. He maintained his Yahoo group which every one is welcome to join and share his or her works. Great and helpful feedbacks are shared with every submitted works posted on the group list. You can actually say that Canadian Zen Haiku is truly a place you can call your home.

Canadian Zen Haiku journal is like a magical sensei that will mould you, support you with your works until you finally learned how to spread your wings and fly into the real world of publishing. What’s great about this journal is no matter how great you may be or successful you may become in your writing, you will still remember the magic this journal had given to you. Canadian Zen haiku journal is a wonderful and profound place for all your literary works.

You may reach the moderator/editor-in-chief, Mr. Richard Janke Vallance at vallance22@gmail.com

Weepin' Willa (Book Review)

2010-01-21T21:01:00.000-08:00

Weepin’ Willa
By Nariscia Lott
Self-Published Book

Extraordinary and Honest

Weepin’ Willa by Nariscia Lott is her first book of short stories which revolved from her past to present life. At first, I asked myself how I should read this book because as you may see, the stories are not in chronological order but as I continue reading each story, I begin to understand why she wrote her book this way. Her stories are so real you can even see the characters’ faces, smell their skin, touch and feel their emotions and even hear their heartbeat as they entwined their selves to the stories. Each character has its own color and vivid image that you will never forget.

Somehow the way Ms. Lott wrote her stories are what readers really missed from reading books. Though I’m not against with the edited versions but the way Weepin’ Willa was presented is like as if Ms. Lott is actually sitting right next to you with a cup of lavender tea on hand while she unfolds all her happiness, sadness, loss and even her deepest secrets to you. You’d feel like as if you are Ms. Lott’s best friend.

Weepin’ Willa is a kind of book that will make you look out in the window and sigh and think about how you live your life. Her stories were filled with love, faith and straight from the heart words. No hypocrisy. Just plain love, love and more love.

No wonder weepin’ willa, the tree, just keeps on shedding those tears for Ms. Lott’s first collection of short stories is so deeply felt and beautiful. One of the many books I will never forget.

To reach the author, you may email her at weepin.willa@hotmail.com or you may visit her site at http://www.nariscialott.com/

Mice Verses Man (Book Review)

2010-01-18T19:39:00.000-08:00

Mice Verses Man
By R Jay Slais
Big Table Publishing Company

One Of A Kind.

Mice Verses Man by R Jay Slais is one of the best poetry chapbook I’ve ever read. As a poet myself, I can see and feel the emotions set on every words Mr. Slais put into his poetry. He pictures every poem with vivid images that you can actually feel and touch the person on it. Every poem written has its own life, breathing its own beauty from one page to another.

Some of my favorite poems are Nice Guys Always Finish, Middle of the Night We Weep, Love Solstice and The Search. Somehow in these selected poems, I can relate. There were incidences in my life that I saw it all happened again when I read these poems. It made me sigh and wonder how I was able to cope up with those things. Then the next thing I know, I’m reading his chapbook all over again.

The words used on his poetry are like songs entwined with magic. Mr. Slais proved his talents and magical charisma on his first chapbook of poetry. It is a magical journey, digging deep into the person’s emotions. Getting Mice Verses Man poetry chapbook is one of the best things you can do in your life-no regrets.

Haiti haiku

2010-01-17T04:21:00.000-08:00

his last haiku
he write his prayer
on the blood stained land

Cup of Tea Haiku

2010-01-05T01:16:00.000-08:00

steam from his cup of tea
blinds his sadness
even for awhile

funeral almost over
visitors still pretend
to linger around

white China tea cups
all lined up in the kitchen table
mourning for you

Cup of Tea (Death haiku)

2010-01-04T04:29:00.001-08:00

for unspoken words

funeral visitors hold onto

each other's cold hand

hot cup of tea

resting on his hand

numb from pain

Last Cup of Tea

2009-12-22T16:39:00.000-08:00

sipping his last cup of tea
funeral visitors left theirs
untouched

unfinished cup of tea
he bids farewell to his
deceased wife

This Is the Red Door (Book Review)

2009-12-22T04:44:00.000-08:00

This Is the Red Door
By James R. Whitley
Ironweed Press
ISBN 978-1-931336-03-1

Mr. James R. Whitley, This Is the Red Door is a collection of love poems that poignantly described the hope of falling in love and expressed the vivid colors of losing it all over again. Every poem will take you the blissful mountains and hills of love. This Is the Red Door is like a love guru that will teaches its readers on how to accept the sweet first taste of love till to its bittersweet and surprisingly tangy aftertaste.

I find his words unforgettable and some of my favored poems are Habanero, Pumpkin Cheesecake for One, “Monkey Know What Tree to Climb” and Jumping Bean. The juxtaposition he pains on his every poem was cleverly done that you would find yourself turning the pages of his book in one sitting.

On his poem Habanero, he vividly described his deepest feelings, his pain just like consuming hot peppers in a very unimaginative amount and though blisters were already burning his tongue and mouth, the pain he is trying to endure is incomparable to it. On Pumpkin Cheesecake for One, he used the juxtaposition on his poem in making a pumpkin cheesecake. He carefully described love through the usage of the main ingredients of this sweet dessert that even if you will only use half of each ingredient, you will still get to have a whole result. While both his poem “Monkey Know What Tree to Climb” and Jumping Bean were an eye opener, a gate like passage wherein consciousness is more awake and aware.

This is The Red Door is a love story about ordinary love that can only be made special and unique from those who are willing to let it reside in their hearts and unafraid of whatever will be the outcome. Mr. James R. Whitley’s poetry collection will make you feel the “hot pink” part of love.

To know more about the author and more of his works, visit his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com

The Goddess of Goodbye (Book Review)

2009-12-19T18:43:00.001-08:00

The Goddess of Goodbye
By James R. Whitley
Published by Word Press
ISBN 9781934999707

Unforgettable.

Mr. James Whitley’s The Goddess of Goodbye once again proved that death is nothing but a sweet slumber. By reading his poems you can actually feel death breathing on your face with its scent so delicious you could actually taste it on your lips. I felt so deeply moved in Let There Be A Purple Heaven and Covet Not the Flame Her Bright Feathers, you could really feel the pain and longing of the person speaking.

The Goddess of Goodbye is a collection of poem that will open up your soul to the full extent of its consciousness that death is not the end for the person who is dying or for the people who will be left behind but rather a new start, a new beginning of another novel like life. Mr. Whitley’s poems are like sonata lingering in the cold winter night. It will touch the deepest part of your heart and will reconcile with your soul. he pictured his poems with words no one can ever do as it have more life you can actually hear his poems breath. His will echo inside your head and his poems will be your guide for a long, long time.

Mr. Whitley’s Goddess of Goodbye is just one of the best poetry books I’ve read. It is a kind of poetry book you will love to give to your loved ones. The Goddess of Goodbye is a kind of book you will not keep in your book shelves for a very long time as it will stay in your bed for the rest of your life.

To know more about this book and his other works, please feel free to check his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com

Stillness

2009-12-11T23:05:00.000-08:00

stillness of the mind
worries tucked beneath the bed
consciousness soars

The 'cold ones' haiku

2009-12-03T20:07:00.000-08:00

snow white skinned

in the dark winter night

are you an angel?

the cold ones

so deep, so mysterious

can you read my mind?

This winter morn

2009-11-23T18:16:00.000-08:00

this winter morn
I visit your grave
heard no birds singing

Winter Haiku

2009-11-11T20:54:00.000-08:00

winter morn
one haiku, one dream
Basho pats my shoulder

Little Ms. UN 2009

2009-11-10T00:34:00.001-08:00

This is my daughter Shea Leigh and was chosen by her class to represents the country of South Korea during their UN celebration in school last Nov. 6, 2009. It was a competition and my daughter won as Little Ms. UN 2009. Here are some of her pics taken with her partner, Allen Gabor. I know that she had a wonderful time that day and I'm sure proud of her!

from the morning calm

with love for her country

a princess emerges

Everything's in Black and White (Dementia Poem)

2009-10-14T19:51:00.000-07:00

It was raining very hard
when I came home from school
the front door was opened
and every light in the house was turned on
it is blinding
I wonder if the lightning decided to live with us
on the floor were dozens of M&M candies
scattered everywhere, on the sofa,
on the coffe table, on the black piano
and even on kitty's litter box
mother, where are you? I called out
she was in the kitchen
the sound of her sobs told me
so I walked upstairs
my brother's crayon's are all broken
into halves
and then I saw father in their bedroom
olive green crayon on his trembling hand
on their bedroom wall
he's doing his masterpiece
that only he can see and understand
father, I softly asked, is everything all right?
he looked up on me
why everything's in black and white? he cried

it is because the lightning
stroke the rainbow
shattered the rainbow
hammered the rainbow
into million bits of pieces

Still There

2009-08-15T06:40:00.000-07:00

we meet again
after long years of
forgotten laughter
I saw your face again
and in the crowd you saw me looking at you
you smile at me
I smiled back as the night
continues to enjoy
every moment of long,
lost and forgotten love
then I caught you
staring back at me
though her arms are around you
tracing the soft garments of your
shirt with her playful fingers
I looked back at you
though I'm with him
dancing, locked in
sweet embrace of new love
when was the last time
we danced, embraced?
do you still remember it?
I dont. do you?
then as the night finally
reached its curtain call
I walk towards you
your eyes waiting for me
could almost feel your
warm arms around me
I bid farewell
you asked, when can I see you again?
I looked at her
then back at you
I smiled and softly kissed
your flushed cheek
in my dreams I'll see
you tonight

A Tribute

2009-08-05T07:21:00.000-07:00

so many years had passed and still the

love and loud voices of the ones abused people

still echoes in our hearts

the freedom has finally been granted

for those who were hurt,

for those who cried,

for those who lost a son, a daughter,

a father, a mother

now yellow roses flooded in the air

singing voices of the free people echo,

prayers are murmured,

thanks have been said from the heart

as they all bid farewell

to you, our mother of democracy.

A Tribute To Our Former President Corazon C. Aquino

who bravely fought but lost the battle to colon cancer.

Tanka

2009-08-03T05:39:00.000-07:00

night dreams
of you and me
laughing, hugging
on the same cemetery
where you were buried

Once a Legend...Always a Legend

2009-06-26T03:01:00.000-07:00

never alone
a legend now has his
golden wings

*Tribute to Michael Jackson
Fly free, Michael, fly high!!!

Missing You

2009-05-19T05:21:00.000-07:00

not myself today
missing you day and night
I sigh

No More Haiku

2009-05-18T04:10:00.000-07:00

no more haiku
I left my room, alone
my shadow weeps

Happy Mother's Day

2009-05-09T01:42:00.000-07:00

the magazine where in my story and my kids pic came out today. I was overwhelmed after being so sick for the past weeks, it was truly a wonderful gift for Mother's Day!

Save the Whales Anthology

2009-04-01T05:09:00.000-07:00

I couldn't let this wonderful news about my eight year old daughter, Shea leigh, passed by without bragging it to everyone. Yipee!

March 30, 2009

Shea Leigh P. Rebancos
8 Virata St. DBP Village
Almanza Las Pinas City 1750
Philippines

Re: Save The Whales Poetry Anthology
Poem: Whales on the Sea

Dear Shea,

Congratulations! The Poetry Committee met last week and your excellent poem was selected for the Save The Whales Poetry Anthology. We are thrilled with the poem and delighted to have a student from the Philippines.

Unfortunately, we do not have enough poems meeting our criteria for a book at this time, and we are extending the submissions date to the end of the year, December 31, 2009. This means that it will be after that date before we will begin the work of publishing a book. You will receive a copy after it is published.

There are a couple of forms attached to this email, one for you to sign and one for a parent or guardian to sign.

Sincerely,

Maris Sidenstecker I
Co-Founder Save The Whales
savethewhales.org
m1sid@earthlink.net

New Poem (Smoke Book)

2009-03-13T19:02:00.000-07:00

my new poem is now posted at this link. thanks!
http://thesmokingbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-or-without-it.html

Published Story

2009-03-06T01:20:00.000-08:00

one of my short stories was accepted in one of the leading family oriented magazine here in the Philippines (Good Housekeeping) and it will be out on April. Thank you, my dearest friend Richard, for everything!

Spring Haiku

2009-02-22T18:21:00.000-08:00

tractor in the field
robin and her nestlings
sing with the noise

mama collects milk
from the mooing cow
on spring morn

with the robins singing
under a tree
I wrote my haiku

such joy
cherry blossom blooms
outside our classroom

A Season For Everything

2009-02-16T19:59:00.000-08:00

SUMMER

wet bedsheet
from summer heat
or sudden pain?

throbbing pain
I change my turtleneck shirt
lump on my neck

sudden high fever
in mid summer noon
mom panics

early to bed
early to rise
still forsaken tired

sleepless nights
start to talk with me
in bed

FALL

after my appointment
outside the clinic
a maple leaf pats me

diagnosed at last
on my way home
withered leaves lead me

a crow flies above
the almost bare tree
premonition

full moon, night's deep
still wide awake from
the doctor's news

starched white sheet
covers now my sickbed
night falls early

WINTER

freezing white petals
start to pour in
glad my sickbed's warm

poems in my mind
while the snow falls
my meds kicking in

one winter night
on my sickbed I opened
my black album

on my sickbed
sound of rattling bottles of pills
and murmured prayers

the doctor comes in
new meds, strong ones
a snowstorm starts

SPRING

frankly I've been told
'no more cure, dear'
I sigh

in spring time
everything comes alive
except for me

smell of carnation
am I now laying on my
deathbed?

a sparrow sings
a song so sad
it's more like a lament

doctors gave up
my files now buried
in their memories

Back to School

2009-02-15T21:48:00.000-08:00

Today i asked my eight year old daughter to come with me in my old school. i'm planning to go back to school on June and would like to take up Practical Nursing. well if things will work out just the way i plan, maybe i'll be on my way to studying again. wish me luck!

Miracle Stories

2009-01-30T19:20:00.000-08:00

I've been writing and sending miracle stories to Chicken Soup for the Soul for almost a week now. I never knew how many stories my life have until I put it all down into words. now what I'm praying is another miracle... I hope that one of my stories will be published then.

Another Chapter

2009-01-01T22:00:00.000-08:00

I know it's over

I know it's gone

every time mom throws the calendar

every time a new one hangs on the wall

every time the whole family gathers around

I know it's over

what the next year will bring

that I don't know

that I'm not sure

will it be different from the other year

or is it just a matter of number change?

but I know I'm sure

the passed year brought me tears

brought me laughter

brought me friends I've been searching for a long time

brought me flowers with scent that still lingered

brought me good news in golden wings

brought me bad, sad news in hearse

those things were in suitcase now

the cab's here waiting to take it all away

the ticket's on its pocket

one-way ticket

no turning back, last trip last chapter

in my life's journey

I sniffled

tears with reason I don't know

but it all made me

brave enough

smart enough

strong enough

Another Year Has Passed

2008-12-21T08:00:00.000-08:00

i just turned 29 today and I thank God for giving me endless blessings. my parents bought some chinese foods and a birthday cake. my kids were so happy and so am i. my husband called and greeted me, we talked until i can no longer hold back my tears. last night i had a wonderful dream. i have dreamed about my grandpa. he visited us here in our place and i asked him if he already had eaten and he answered me no. he asked me if i could cook for him then he kissed my forehead. i know it has been two years from now since he lost his battle to cancer but i still missed him. i know from my heart that he came in my dreams just to greet me on my special day because when he was still alive, he was always the first person who greets me a happy birthday and now that he is in heaven, he's still the very first person to greet me on my birthday.

Our Volleyball Team (The Champ)

2008-12-17T19:31:00.000-08:00

here's our pic before the championship game starts.

Pushcart Prize Nomination

2008-12-16T08:21:00.000-08:00

Magnapoets Pushcart Prize nominations

Magnapoets is pleased to make our nominations for the 2009 Pushcart Prize. They are as follow:

Iris Dan, nominated for Haifa, 5 March 2003

Sanford Goldstein, nominated for I do not brood

Tarous Jaghory, nominated for A Patchwork Man From A Patchwork City

Bill Kenney, nominated for snow in the city

Lanie Shanzyra P. Rebancos, nominated for Love Me When I Can No Longer Love You

Mariano Zaro, nominated for Enrique, el gitano

My Kids

2008-12-11T17:54:00.000-08:00

i was browsing my files last night and saw these pics of my kids, Shea Leigh and Jibrill Shaun which were taken last year. These were taken in our garage and living room.

two angels

in the patio

smile at me

snapshot of last year

memories I'll hold

forever

The Champions

2008-12-01T07:44:00.000-08:00

last November 29 was our championship game in volleyball. It was not an easy game. We had no substitute players. I was burning with fever on that day but I still gave my best for the team. Though it was a close fight, the other team and our team were still good friends. We all hugged each other when the game was done. It was one of the happiest days of my life. At the end, I was the highest pointer player.

burning with fever
in the middle of the game
I stand tall

My Daughter's 8th Birthday

2008-11-25T19:16:00.000-08:00

last November 22 my eldest turned eight. She had a wonderful time though she still misses her dad so much. I cooked some spaghetti and fried chicken and bought her a Disney princess cake. Here are some of her pics I took with her brother, Jibrill Shaun, who just can't wait for the cake!

your special day

smile on your lovely face

blessing from above

another year

another fun

another blessing

We Won!!!

2008-11-09T09:22:00.000-08:00

we had our volleyball game tonight and luckily we won. my parents and my two adorable kids were there, cheering. my kids run to me after I made the last serve. They were both beaming with gladness.
I may be sick but this won't stop me from being happy...

last shot
victory on our way
crowd cheers

The Result

2008-11-05T08:21:00.000-08:00

i finally got the result of my biopsy. they found infection on my blood and if left untreated and undiagnosed where it is coming from, i might be seeing my angels soon which I hope that it won't happen because my kids still needs me.

Unexpected Pain

2008-10-18T05:33:00.000-07:00

my mom and I went to see an oncologist this afternoon. He run some test on me and suggested that I should undergo biopsy because since last March, the lymphnode on my neck just grew bigger. I was really ready for the pain but the pain from it was not what I expected. The doctor made two deep aspirations on the node on my neck. The pain was like as if the nerve on my neck was pulled by rough hands, involuntarily and after the procedure, my left arm was numb and the throbbing pain spreads down on my collarbone. I was kind of numb with all the side effects from my past medical test but this, I guess was like a rotten meat unexpectedly cooked, served and eaten in full meal.

blinding light
needle on my neck
shooting pain

A Rainbow After the Rain

2008-10-16T22:58:00.000-07:00

I just got out from the hospital. I run a high fever and the pain on my pelvic got worse. The doctors run some test and the result was not good. I was searching the net last night when I opened my emails and found this WONDERFUL message from the editor of one of the magazines where in my poem was just recently published. But she told me that I should wait for December this year for them to make this WONDERFUL announcement official. So I guess, we all should wait til December to hear this news straight from them though I already knew what it is, I still made a promise to them that I will stay quiet about it. I just can't wait to share it with you!!!

Still The Same

2008-10-02T23:04:00.000-07:00

for these past weeks
my mind's having its own business
it was like playing the wrong song
at the wrong place
just like the other day
I left my other pair of loafers inside the fridge
I was yelling at every one, accusing
them for taking away my shoe
then last night I was asking for my
breakfast instead of my supper.
and last week I knew I was dreaming
I was swimming in the sea
with all the humpback whales and when I opened
my eyes I know something was not right
I was soaking wet, alright, but not from the sea water
I peed on my own bed.
this morning when you came into my room
I started screaming, asking for help
for I can't remember who you are
and worst of all I don't even recall where I am.
But please don't leave me,
bear with me
I need you more than ever
for I don't know what's happening to me
even I don't want these exhausting changes.
It's frustrating, depressing
although I'm not the same anymore
inside this lonely soul
it is still me.

Night of the Holocaust

2008-10-02T22:55:00.000-07:00

I went with my father in France
to visit his sister.
we were in the kitchen, eating
salad and they were drinking wine
when his sister brushed a lock of
gray hair off her pale face with her
bony hands.
I noticed something on her arm.
"What's that, Aunt Hannah?"
she turned to me then to my father.
she drank her glass of wine in one
quick gulp and started cleaning the table.
I asked my father if I said something wrong,
he said. "There are things better left unanswered."
many years have passed and now I learned
what those horrible days and nights were
things that they don't want to remember anymore
and yet so hard to forget.

Last Wish

2008-09-29T12:03:00.000-07:00

when my time is up
I simply don't want tears
to fall, black clothes are out too
wear something beautiful, something with
lace, gems, satin, something bright as the sun
sniffles are not allowed,
no hanky, no Kleenex
hunched shoulders are also not on the list.
I don't want any sad songs,
no long faces under the umbrella
nor under those fashionable face net
forced smiles are not the ticket to enter
my final day.
I want you to remember
memories we've shared together
laughter, endless joy
and, oh, let there be a shower
a light spring rain will be great
no umbrella please, no raincoats
I want dancing, giggles
as heaven welcomes me.
I want you all to play in the rain
like you used to do when you were in
kindergarten, mud fights will be a thumbs-up
as you read my poems
let each poem ring and linger in the fragrant air
let it reach every part of the earth
where I used to have a wonderful life.
and then when it's time to go home
when the rain finally subsides
walk hand in hand, no looking back
for I'm not there, not under those withered flowers
where maggots will soon reside.
I'm every where you are
in the wet air, in the blades of the grass,
in the ripples of the water, even in the melody of the bird's song
I'm with you, in your heart.

.

Winter Dream

2008-09-25T10:57:00.000-07:00

the snow starts early
I lighted a candle and
watched the white angels
fall down from the gray sky.
the wind was biting
leaving blue marks on my fair skin
but it was bearable
compared to the pain in my heart
from missing you.
the screen door bangs against the chilly breeze
as if telling me to come inside
where there is warmth
yet still an empty house filled
with ghosts of you.
next year spring will come
flowers will soon bloom,
ice will melt,
sun will peep in the window curtain
but will you be there?

Alone

2008-09-25T10:49:00.000-07:00

the other side of the bed
was empty, creased-free
when I woke up again this morning
forgetting you had to leave
that I have to do things by
myself, alone.
it was already ten A.M.
the sun was high but I
can’t feel the heat
only the coldness of the nights
I tried to bear, endless nights without you.
I dragged myself from the bed
fix a cup of hot coffee
I looked for your favorite mug
but the usual spot was empty
remembering you took it with you.
I took a cold shower
hoping the pain will ease a bit
even for awhile
but the splatter of the water on my face
only mingled with my tears.
dripping wet, I opened my wardrobe
and saw only pastel, soft garments
neatly folded
no faded denims, no dark colored shirts.
quietly I dressed up
went downstairs and I say
goodbye out loud
forgetting again
another slap on my face
that there’s no one will answer back
I crossed down the street
without looking back
why should I
if I knew that it was just
an empty house.

Another Rainy Day...

2008-09-23T21:14:00.000-07:00

For two days now I've been experiencing bloody stool again and I mean a lot of it. I will undergo another test as usual. But before this happened I've been having dreams of my grandpa. He was talking, laughing and hugging me. Then, this dreadful thing comes next. I guess grandpa was trying to say that he was just around, looking down at me from heaven...

you in my dreams

holding me

never leaving me

My Life Story in a Postcard

2008-09-09T05:27:00.000-07:00

My life story was included in Michael Kimball's latest project, Life Stories in a Postcard. It was posted on his blog site http://postcardlifestories.blogspot.com/

Please visit this link to view my life story. Thanks!!!

Still Missing You...

2008-09-03T08:42:00.000-07:00

Today is my grandpa's 2nd year death anniversary. He lost his battle to lung cancer. i still miss him, a lot...

your voice

in the empty hall

lingers

empty playground (haiku)

2008-08-21T20:17:00.000-07:00

empty playground
cold wind rides the
swing alone

INGRID (Acrostic Poem)

2008-08-19T19:04:00.001-07:00

I-n the hospital she stays

N-ight and day enslaved by pain

G-roaning even in her dreams

R-eaching out to God

I-nvisible hand envelopes her

D-eath but a sweet slumber

forget-me-nots (list poem)

2008-08-16T11:49:00.000-07:00

mahogany table
empty glass ash tray
crystal vase
sprig of forget-me-nots
silver fountain pen
stack of clean sheets of paper
photo of me and him
leaning to each other

Just a few more days and my husband will be starting his new job on a cruise ship. i will miss him...

Theodore's Pantoum

2008-08-15T10:30:00.000-07:00

THEODORE'S PANTOUM

I stay in the hospital with Theodore
He's thin as the bar on his bed
Theodore gasps for breath, praying for his life
As his roommate bursts into tears.

He's thin as the bar on his bed
He's running a fever it burns my hand
As his roommate bursts into tears
Theodore's doctor checks his pulse.

He's running a fever it burns my hand
His bony face is full of sadness
Theodore's doctor checks his pulse
Quietly, like a soft wind passing by.

His bony face is full of sadness
He hesitates, then speaks to Theodore
Quietly, like a soft wind passing by
He whispers, "Theodore, I think it's time..."

He hesitates, then speaks to Theodore
Time stop in the cold room
He says, "Theodore I think it's time
Should we call your family now?"

Time stop in the cold room
Theodore looked up but he doesn't speak
"Should we call your family now?"
The only sound in the world: a construction site across the street.

Theodore looked up but he doesn't speak
"We need to call them now before it's too late."
The only sound in the world: a construction site across the street.
The doctor peels off his gloves and leave me and Theodore alone.

"We need to call them now before it's too late."
Theodore groans, his hand reaches mine
The doctor peels off his gloves and leave me and Theodore alone
Takes one last look and left the room.

Theodore groans, his hand reaches mine
His roommate who hears everything
Takes one last look and left the room
I take his hand, ask him what he wants.

His roommate who hears everything
Though he pretends to cry more
I take his hand, ask him what he wants
His voice slow and thick, "I don't know what to decide."

Though he pretends to cry more
I know Theodore is trying to pull himself together
His voice slow and thick, "I don't know what to decide."
"I can't think about it now. Tell me a story."

I know Theodore is trying to pull himself together
I rack my brain for something to say
"I can't think about it now. Tell me a story."
"Once upon a time there was a sweet boy named Theodore."

I rack my brain for something to say.
I stay in the hospital with Theodore
"Once upon a time there was a sweet boy named Theodore."
Theodore gasps for breath, praying for his life.

Departure

2008-08-14T10:55:00.000-07:00

DEPARTURE

your suitcase packed

though it was still dawn

our youngest was snoring

when the rain starts to fall

it was like heaven

was crying

weeping for me

I hold your hand

you touched my cheeks

I tried not to cry

when the rain starts to fall

it was like heaven

was crying

weeping for me

we went downstairs

after you kissed the kids

your cab's here

now it's a heavy downpour

heaven was weeping

its soul breaking apart

torn into million pieces

My husband is leaving on August 22 and will be working on a cruise ship for six months. This is going to be the first time we'll be apart. Our kids already felt sad and I know it's not going to be an easy journey for all of us...

Wedding Day

2008-08-02T10:00:00.000-07:00

flower

on the aisle

giggles

Yesterday was my cousin's wedding day. It was such a lovely wedding. My daughter was one of the flower girls and she sure had a wonderful time. Everyone was there except for grandpa who's for sure smiling down on us from heaven...

your presence

on her wedding day

still there

whispered haiku ( 08/02/08 )

2008-07-31T10:34:00.000-07:00

wandering soul
out in the dark
whispers haiku