My not so secret addiction

“Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world.”                                 – Malala Yousafzai

“The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.”                        – Rene Descartes

“There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.” – Will Rogers

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My not so secret addiction

The reasons themselves

Do not matter

Somehow I never got

Around to reading

Vonnegut – yet

Today one of his books

A Man Without a Country

Appeared at my door

Via la poste

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Scanning a few pages

A quote or two catches

My eye – arousing

Inherent curiosity

My inner cat alerted

The treat is in store

Lying in wait –

Ready to pounce

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Such is the life

Of the reader

There are always books

Demanding to be read

Authors to discover

Stories to be told – alas

So many books and

Life – gone in a flash

Or a whimper

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Heady with Sir Chaplin

Halfway through his life

The tower of coming attractions

Beckon seductively

  Cocooned in his story

Yet a restlessness – a whisper

Fear that the lights may darken

Before the next front-runner

Has exposed itself –

Reveal its secrets

Intoxication of the

Literary sensibility

Bisous,

Léa

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Magical smart phone

“Technology can be our best friend, and technology can also be the biggest party pooper of our lives. It interrupts our own story, interrupts our ability to have a thought or a daydream, to imagine something wonderful, because we’re too busy bridging the walk from the cafeteria back to the office on the cell phone.” – Steven Spielberg

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Magical smart phone

Only two apps I think
Invisibility cloak
And time traveling

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No, I do not have a ‘smart phone’ and am technically challenged. But if I had the above two applications to choose from, I will admit there would be temptation. I would start at The Algonquin Hotel and search out Mrs. Parker and friends then off to visit with Jonathan Swift… Where would such applications take you? What apps would you want or create and where would they take you?

Bisous,

Léa

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Warning! Book Thief – Make Sure Someone Else isn’t Profiting off Your Book

Léa:

Be aware and beware!

Originally posted on :

Do not trust this site:

http://www.urbookdownload.com One of my author clients just informed me that her book was illegally downloaded by this online company. If you have a book in the marketplace make sure these guys aren’t taking your hard-earned money! If they are, go immediately to your writer’s union/guild/club (e.g. SFWA, RWA, etc.) and they will help you fight this! If you have DRM (Digital Rights Management) then get it working for you. MJ

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Mortalitié – tripping the light fantastic

No art is possible without a dance with death.” – Ericka Ostrovsky

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”            -Alan Watts

Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.” – Satchel Paige

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Mortalitié – tripping the light fantastic

Every day of our lives

Each of us dances

Never are we alone

Biding time

Awaiting our dance –

Ballet, tango, Line

Waltzing, flamenco, regardless

The melody may be fast

We may move slowly

Across the floor

Down life’s corridors

Delusions of solitude

When things are darkest

Yet she is always there

Waiting her grand performance

Death is always

With us, a partner

From our birth

Some will dance briefly

In its unshakeable embrace

Nuchal cord – un, deux, trois

Accidents, illness, suicide

Her fluidity – a mask

Caché – she often takes

Partners by surprise

That which doesn’t kill us

We are told – makes us

stronger, for some it does

Some take it – make of it

Conception d’art

Dance each day

As if you were

Nijinsky, Taglioni,

Alvin Ailey

Each to your tune

Remember – mon ami

With each dance, each step

Choreograph your life

Danse avec le coeur

Each step of your life

Bisous,

Léa

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cuddling oblivion

Inspiration comes from all around us. On several ocassions, I have been inspired by one or more of the blogs that I follow. The following poem was inspired by a title on a post by Lotta Wanner. If you are not already following her, stop by and see what she is up to!  http://lottawanner.com

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There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.” – Marcel Proust

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cuddling oblivion

the image stolen –

poem of a friend

but i’ve cuddled

oblivion more times

than I could count

squirming children

plucked from their bath

dampness of freshly

shampooed hair

leaves its mark

upon chest and soul

in jammys we snuggle

sofa rather crowded

to one end

the scent of them

lingers in perpetuity

like the softness of

freshly bathed arms and legs

stories and poems

before slumber

voices I didn’t know

I possessed

telling tales of the ages

so many years passed

voices deeper

no longer interested

in childish stories

oblivion safely tucked

in the corners of my mind

oblivion –

who knew you

could return?

Bisous,

Léa

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L’esprit se éveille – the spirit wakens

“Spring is nature’s way of saying ‘Let’s party!”       –  Robin Williams 

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.”   –  Pablo Neruda

“Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems.”  

–  Rainer Maria Rilke

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L’esprit se éveille – the spirit wakens

The distance between

Today – l’printemps

Now can be measured

In heartbeats

Almond blossoms

Like puffs of pink and white

Snow filling out branches

Greying clouds play tag

In azure skies

Hiding the sunlight

Like children who have stolen

Cookies from the cooling rack

Hyacinthus; rose, bleu, blanche

Mon esprit se réveille

My hunger immense

The waters of the cascade

Tumble into turquoise waters

I climb out of grey woolen

Despair and reach for the sun

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Bisous,

Léa

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Tempest Tamer

“Never argue with a fool. Onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.” – Mark Twain

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Tempest Tamer

Twain said it – I believe it

Experience as a therapist

Proves it over and over

Again

 

And again in the bar

The party of elite

Voices rising takes me

Back

 

In graduate school

Stressing the importance

Conflict resolution

The angriest client speaks

First

 

Survival skills honed in

Infancy – an excellent listener

Often called on to diffuse the

Tempest

 

There was one storm

Where failure was

Abysmal – one does not choose

Parents

 

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Bisous,

Léa

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