INSECURE WRITERS SUPPORT GROUP

Books and More Books

A desire guides us.

It pushes us to take chances.

A chance to dream,

Perchance to succeed.

The goal of being a writer.

A lover of words and stories.

Someone respected and admired.

A talent gifted to the few.

The long road ahead is long and hard.

Full of ups and downs.

Mostly downs.

But we persevere despite it all.

Despite our family’s skepticism.

Despite the initial costs that continue to climb.

Despite the bad advice from greedy publishing companies.

How do we succeed against all odds?

We find comfort in our support groups.

In our review groups.

We find solace among our peers.

The more experienced show the way

Through the confusion and road blocks.

We learn the hard way,

Through trial and error.

But it will be worth it

Once our book is completed,

We clap each other on the backs

And say, “A job well done.”

Time for the next book.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 24

The moon brings darkness and shadows
To the streets of our small town.
Clouds cannot conceal its icy depths
As it stalks our every move.

Its glow has dimmed since he has been gone.
The winds have weakened their game.
They know their master has fallen.
The king has been checked and mated.

The wind flows through my hair like a soft caress.
Its salty breath fans my face.
A heart-felt sigh of despair and loneliness
That knows no bounds.

The sand cushions my uneven steps
As the moon lights my path.
The waves pick up the tempo
Of their beats against the shore.

Something is happening.
Things are changing.
The air feels alive.
It swirls around my feet.

I’m being held in place.
The sand holds me tight.
The moon moves into place.
The clouds are shoved away.

A figure rises with the waves.
Cascading water brings it ashore.
It stands before me,
Dark as the night.

It can’t be.
But I can feel his essence anywhere.
Hard as ice,
But lit from within.

He is wearing a different casing.
One not as beautiful as before.
But as enticing to a human
As a rainbow in a blue sky.

I know that I’m dreaming.
But will I recognize him as Wolf?
Will I be drawn to him
In the light of day?

Only time will tell.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 23

A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The winds raise the waves
To heights of ecstasy.

They tease the shore
With their pounding fury.
The sand reduced to dust
From their unrelenting force.

I’m torn in half,
Tempted by the ice storm,
Where cold flesh brings passion,
And games are the rule of the day.

Heat still flows through my veins,
Drawing me back to the light,
Where human flesh brings love
And easement from the storm.

Wolf rises from the water,
His body melting in droplets.
He exists no more.
He has lost the battle.

How could have I not known?
How could I have forgotten?
The cold waits no more for me.
Emptiness fills the void inside.

I can still hear his voice,
Feel his presence in the wind.
His icy fury slices into the shore,
Calling for me to join him.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 22


Walk with me through the moon lit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
Never touching down,
Held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
To a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
Dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
Without retribution from humanity,
As long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.
Step award from the burning plains,
Where the heat burns your soles,
And love is hampered by the living.

Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him,
His lips never uttering a sound,
But his meaning as clear as can be.

We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back,
And never give up his hold on me.

His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
Scorching a trail through the grass,
Melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
Dueling until the end of time,
Both fighting for me.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 21

The trees of the forest tremble and shake,
Their long limbs drooping in defeat.
Their bodies turn white,
Dripping with frozen tears. 

Leaves will no longer rustle in the wind,
Their faces turning to the sun.
Darkness will be their only friend,
Bringing them no relief from the storm.

My world has turned hard and cold,
The brutal wind hitting my face.
I’m surrounded on all sides by white,
My bare feet sinking into the snow.

White covers the trees and grass.
White is the color of the forbidding sky.
White is the color of my nightgown
As I stand shivering in the night air.

My world has turned upside down
Since Wolf has walked into it.
He can’t take me against my will
Or can he?

A dark shadow appears between the trees.
A man with a long coat billowing in the wind.
A chilling laugh fills the space between us,
Slithering across the icy surface.

Its tentacles grab hold of me,
Forcing me to move forward.
I dig my feet into the coldness,
But I’m no match for what lies ahead.

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 20

What is reality?
And what is fantasy?
Should I run to the cold
Or go to the heat?
I shouldn’t have left the party.

Wolf stands under a tree.
His gaze leaves frosty trail-marks
On Linda’s shivering body.
The cold air holds her in its thrall.

“Come to me.”
Wolf walks forward,
Bringing cold summer nights with him,
Promises of snow-swept sunrises.
He stands frozen in place.

Her shoes dig into the icy cold grass,
Taking her closer to her destiny.
She can’t fight it any longer.
She has to give in to the night.

Wolf takes her into his arms.
“You are now mine,
My ice princess.”
His lips crush hers in a bruising kiss.

Hot flames burst around her.
Freezing rain washes them away.
Hot and cold feelings overwhelm her.
Each fighting for domination.

Am I ready for this?
Ready for the cold and the night?
Wolf’s black eyes lock into hers,
Assuring her,
Drawing her closer to him.

A snapped twig is followed by hot breath.
The ice melts off her.
Her heart pumps blood to her cold limbs.
She moves away from Wolf.

Todd’s arms envelope her with their warmth.
They encircle her with feelings of love.
“This is right.
This is my destiny.”
She smiles.

Wolf’s eyes turn hard and unrelenting.
He backs away from her.
“This battle is not finished”
Are his last words
Before he disappears into the night.

THE DEAD GAME

THE HUNT

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.

THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

The river flows black in the night.
People jostle me to stand by the railing.
I first see the colors.
Hot glows of red, orange, yellow.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears begin to ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air.
How did I get here?
The crowd pushes away from the bleak scene.
I’m lost in the midst of the throng.
It moves like one.
With one mind and purpose.
To seek shelter from the raining pieces.
Once we reach the buildings,
The crowd spreads out like ants.
Someone takes my hand and pulls me.
We check out the first building.
The metal door is locked and bolted.
So is each door we check.
Finally, we find an open door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door shuts behind us.
We seem to be in a parking lot.
Who am I with?
I look up and can’t see his face.
He grunts and pulls me down the ramp.
I dig in my feet.
I refuse to follow him.
I must see his face.
He turns to me…
I wake up.
It was a terrible dream.
But I still wonder
What his face looked like.

JESS AND WIGGLE — A NEW BOOK FROM TALENTED AUTHOR, UVI POZNANSKY

Uvi

I would like to present a 5 star review of Uvi Poznansky’s new book, Jess and Wiggle. Uvi is a talented author and artist. Her words flow like water in a bubbling stream.

4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars ‘That was chutzpa, plain and simple’, August 21, 2015
This review is from: Jess and Wiggle (Kindle Edition)

Uvi Poznansky wears a coat of many colors. Originally from Israel where she studied Architecture and Town Planning then moving to the US where she studied Computer Science and became an expert in Software Engineering, Poznansky managed to combine the design elements of two studies into unique formats. And she has accomplished the same with the other side of her brain – making visual her ideas (she is an accomplished painter, drawer, and sculptor who has enjoyed exhibitions both in Israel and in California, her present base) and making words in poetry and in short stories and children’s books.

JESS AND WIGGLE is one of her newest and freshest books yet. More concerned with the visual than the story Uvi provides all the illustrations for this delightful little rhyming tale – richly colored hand made collages as well as paintings adorn these beautiful and fanciful pages.

The story concerns young Jess who rarely smiles and never laughs until she encounters Wiggle, a ribbon like creature with whom she interacts In myriad ways in a test of who will laugh. Of course the winner is the recalcitrant Jess, but it is the artistic fun things she does with Wiggle that make the reader laugh way before Jess gives in!

This is another treasure form Uvi Poznansky – a perfect entertainment and lesson for children and adults alike. Grady Harp, August 15

http://www.amazon.com/Jess-Wiggle-Uvi-Poznansky-ebook/dp/B013D1W0SM/ref=cm_rdp_product

A PERFECT PLACE TO BE

Flowing water

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

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