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My poem Blue Jays Aren’t Blue has been posted in the September 18, 2022 Plum Tree Tavern blog.
The Innkeeper, Russell Streur, would love to know you dropped by for a read or two.
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Second place winner! this essay will be in the December 2022 issue of the National Federation of the Blind’s Writer’s Division Literary magazine, Slate and Style.
One Dog’s Life
2011
Verona and my daughter play in the lake for an hour. the funniest thing is the way Verona blows water from her mouth after dropping the stick. It makes a loud, spitting sound that can be heard from the patio.
When the assorted waterfowl horde realizes she is visiting, it waddles in masse from grass to the lake weeds beside the dock. Labrador nose dilates, a front paw lifts, instincts override even an offer of a cookie. for just a little while she is the retriever, the soft-mouthed hunting companion, not a guide dog.
Each and every year we have together is a blessing, a time for me to feel unfettered. I try to think back on the way life was before training with Verona but my mind veers from those dark moments and I let them go. We are here, being warmed by the late afternoon sun. We are dog and woman, partners for however long time and fate permit.
2013
Four humans and two dogs fill the little red sedan. I sit in front, along with Mom, who is driving. In the back seat, Music’s furry butt crushes my sister, who, until now has suffered in silence.
“Thank God it’s a short ride,” I hear her mumble from somewhere behind us.
We reach our destination, extract ourselves from the little red sedan. Verona’s excitement is palpable. Once inside the gate, loose dogs run up to us, but I make her ignore them and sit until I’m ready. With a word she’s off. We claim a bench in the warm California sun. moments later Verona lopes by us, a pack of dogs giving chase. I listen for the pack to turn back and run past us again, Verona in the lead.
California 2013
Pebbles and shells litter the meandering path to the beach. The air resonates with surf and sea birds. I release Verona and she lopes off, nose to the ground
Music, my sister’s Golden Retriever, chases Verona into the water. As she turns to give chase, a huge wave crashes down and for a moment she is engulfed, Sucked away by green sea and foam. my heart skips a beat in arrested panic; The wave spits her out onto the beach and she runs to me, weaves in-between my legs and soaks my pants. I look like incontinence has gotten the best of me. Thereafter, Verona avoids the waves and prefers a safer splash in the wet sand and tidal pools instead.
It’s important that Verona has the opportunity to be a dog; so much responsibility is put upon her when waring the harness, it seems that this is the best way to let her know. As she digs a hole in the sand and flops down to dry off, my heart is content because she is doing just what she’s supposed to be doing, living a dog’s life.
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Flash Fiction under 200 words
A fortuneteller, skin cream, and a song stuck in someone’s head
The song’s percussion joined with the eerie chanting. The crescendo found her own pain and she wailed with the vocals, higher and higher until her voice broke.
“Baby, are you okay?”
Lorna sat up, another wail stuck in her throat.
“Easy there, Babe,, I think you had a nightmare,”
She tried to calm her racing heart, taking deep breaths.
“No more psychic fortuneteller shows for you before bed,” Jackie said.
Lorna couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious.
Jackie slid over a hand in a reassuring gesture. It was then Lorna noticed the fabric glove on her own hand.
A typically-Jackie style smirk broke across her face.
“You must have been exhausted. I helped you on with the gloves after you put on your skin cream and you fell asleep before your head hit the pillow,”
Lorna looked into her partner’s steady gaze and felt the rush of color on her own cheeks.
Jackie drew her closer, kissing Lorna’s forehead.
“let’s go back to sleep,” she soothed, settling them both back under the covers.
End
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Annie Shares News Volume 2 Issue 9 September 2022
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Wonderful Things Afoot
The creative life is often compared to an ebb and flow, like tidal or moon phases. The last two months were a prime example. I barely wrote anything more than email correspondence due to being removed from our home of thirty years no thanks to asbestos contamination in our old floors. During a vacation in temporary housing via an Airbnb to await the asbestos abatement and installation of new floors, no thanks to hurricane Ida, I managed only one poem. I disconnected and it was probably for the best. I read, I soaked in the blessed silence, basked in the sun, brushed Bailey until my arm was tired, took in the evocative smells of country living and scratched my bug bites with complete complacency.
The day prior to our return the stress flared and another two weeks of creative cut-off overtook me, but this time it wasn’t attributed to adjusting to the ambiance of country living and black bears eating the tasty apples from the tree in the yard next to us. It was frustration and disappointment that shut me down. Our home was in chaos. Boxes from floor to ceiling, many of them unmarked. It was beyond dirty, our appliances were unplugged and left to leak all over the kitchen floor. The list goes on but it is behind us now. It was a helpless feeling, for sure.
The lifeline appeared when I attended a few writing-related zoom meetings. The first was the regular Friday afternoon Writing Works Wonders Community Call podcast streamed by the ACB Media Network. It helped me reconnect with my creativity by providing a writing prompt and it resulted in a poem which will be in a sweet little online literary pub called the Plum Tree Tavern. Then, the following week, the WWW hosts Kathy and Cheryl provided a second prompt that resulted in yet another poem, posted below, which was well received by other writers and is looking for a publication home.
Thanks to a fellow author and editor, Robert Kingett, I signed up for an open mic call and I read five of my more recent poems and was thrilled to receive high praise from the listeners. The facilitator followed up with me resulting in an opportunity to record one of my guide dog poems. It will be added to a poetry project for the Chicago Public Library.
While writing is solitary, the sharing of it is not; the sharing is what pushes me to write, to create and keep a productive mindset. Being good at something like writing and hearing others say my writing is good gives me a feeling of belonging and purpose. I’d lost those two aspects of self when I became blind and reclaiming them over the years felt like gluing the jagged pieces of my soul back together.
Opportunities abound, from online writing prompts given by Writing Works Wonders to focused feedback and email lists to connect like in the writer’s group, Behind Our Eyes. One never knows where the opportunities and connections will appear but one thing is sure, striving to produce good writing and sharing it with readers is the goal.
I value you all, it is you, the reader, the listener, the literary compatriots, for whom I write. I will keep writing as long as you keep reading and listening.
Summer’s Book
By Ann Chiappetta ©
August is
A perpetual ending
Of wilting haiku blossoms
Of Heat and drought and rain on wind chimes
Of crisp leaflets capturing autumn’s promise and
open fields of earth’s parchment
awaiting to harvest and scribe
richness into Nature’s book with stories of Winter white.
2022
Dreya sends her fanciful smile your way, what’s better than a book dragon asking her friends to read more books?
Dreya the red and green book dragon smiles and floats in the air with her best friends, winged books and musical notes.
I’ve known Patty for years. It was her first book that brought me to finding the right people to help with my own publication path. She is a natural and empathic writer. Check out her poetry:
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Transformation
By Ann Chiappetta
My City Dogs become Porch mongrels
Laying beside the mason jar of sun tea
The basso drone of a honey bee
The snap of a Jay’s call
The aroma of a grill
A whisking breeze bestows relief
It is a call to prayer
Soon we will rise
Shake free of the delightful
porch-dog torpor
trade the carefree for the city
But for now we are country hounds.
2022
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Hello from Windham and Hunter Mountains, Green and Ulster counties, NY, home of the New York Catskills and summer wildlife. Bear and deer and black flies, oh my!
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It took us almost as long to pack for the trip Like we were moving out. In a way we were moving out, at least temporarily.
Let me explain. Remember hurricane Ida in the Fall of 2021? We sustained water damage to our entire apartment. In fact, all the apartments on the ground floor and the lobby area took on six inches or more of flood water. Our lobby was completely under over four feet of it. me we all had to first wait for the insurance and FEMA funding to come through, then wait for a move out date. Since we own cats and dogs, this meant finding a location for two weeks that was not going to mean living in one room together like in a hotel. and the most important part of it was also packing up everything to be stored in a pod while the work is being done. Oh, and to add a cherry atop this shit show of bad timing, there is also asbestos abatement along with the replacing the floors from the old glue used on the original flooring being removed. We didn’t know about that one. Now it is a concern and rightly so. It is also bad timing.
A powerful wave of flood water slamming open your front door and engulfing your apartment is traumatic enough but the asbestos thing is just, like, really shitty. It will delay things a bit more for the installation of the new floors and moving back in again when we return.
We are fortunate to be able to make the bad timing and all the packing work to our advantage. we deserve some respite after so much upheaval. The stress exhausted us. If Jerry and April weren’t there helping me, guiding me around all the boxes, extra workers, and taking charge of the packing prior to the work, I’d never manage it alone. This is our family and I am proud of us.
The wildlife is active. The variety of animals eating the apple tree in the adjoining yard included rabbits, a wood chuck, and two black bears, we think a mother and older cub based on size and attitude.
Annie Shares News Volume 2 Issue 7.5 July/August 2022
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Hello Readers and followers, a blessed and belated Independence Day to everyone. 🎆 🎇 🧨
I wanted to get this out before we break for a vacation. I’ll share our adventures upon our return. Even the cats are coming with us, so it should be interesting.
The ever-expanding tribe of writers and readers means so much to me and I want to share a bit about them in each newsletter moving forward.
I had a great time being a guest blogger for a June Word Crafter blog tour for Hope For the Tarnished. It was a fun five days of getting to know the host bloggers and exposing my novel to new readers. To find out more about Kay Lynne’s newsletter, book blog tours and her excellent blog, Writing To Be Read, go here.
Leon Stevens writes: Looking for my first review for my second poetry collection. Readers can get a review copy through Story Origin or read on KU (Kindle Unlimited).
Receive a free review copy through Story Origin here: Review copy link
Read with Kindle Unlimited: Amazon link
I caught this great review of my novel, Hope for the Tarnished, from mystery writer and author, Trish Hubschman. Check it out:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1134230
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Ms. Liz and I shared some TEA on YouTube:
Please like and share it and follow Miss Liz, she’s the best and she is making a difference one cup of spiritually-infused Tea at a time!
Since I’ve been sharing audio clips of my writing, I thought I’d share one of my short stories, Trolley Ride from A String of Stories from the Heart to the Future © 2020 and narrated by Lilian Yves.
May the summer breeze and warm winds propel your imagination and soothe your spirits!
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What Readers are Saying About My New Novel Hope for the Tarnished C 2022
Independent authors thrive upon reviews. I thought I’d share two of my favorites. One of the best gifts you can give an author is your feedback. 💖
“I just read Hope for the Tarnished and thought it was written well. It kept my interest and I cared about the characters. I liked the mixture of problems and people who supported Abbie. It also had a good blend of drama and rest between troubles plus humor and the beloved dogs. What more could a reader ask for?”
“This is a review of Ann Chiappetta’s novel Hope for the Tarnished (contemporary fiction).
It’s excellent. I couldn’t stop reading it. It’s full of action and kept pulling me along. It’s a totally realistic story about a family’s struggle in the 1970s, a divorced mom with three daughters. The story is set in Westchester county, New York, and on Long Island. I grew up in the 70s on Long Island and did some of the things her main character, Abbie, does, drank, danced, hung out with friends, listened to rock and roll music. The story was fun at times, heart breaking, heartwarming. Sometimes I had tears pouring down my face. Other times I was clapping my hands and laughing. Ann’s descriptiveness of things was incredible, from the design of Abbie’s swimsuits to the fishing boats on Long Island Sound.
I don’t remember the last time a book affected me as much as Hope for the Tarnished did. I’d give it more than a five-star rating if I could, but five stars is the top of the line, so is this book. Thank you for such an impactful story, Ann.”
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1134230
From Trish Hubschman
Author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series
Add my book to your summer reading list
Good Reads author page:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/list/15809422.Ann_Chiappetta
https://www.amazon.com/Ann-Chiappetta/e/B06Y1H47FS%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share
Smashwords Author page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AnnChiappetta
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It was a stressful day. I visited my dentist and underwent an extraction, one of many in preparation for implants. It wasn’t as horrible as anticipated, though I will admit I do get anxious whenever my trusted dental expert schedules to remove something I’ve grown up with and have learned to depend upon like a front tooth. Needless to say today some comedic relief would have been wonderful, and with this in mind, here’s the story:
I was going back to the kitchen to refill my drink with ice and Jerry was preparing dinner. He turned to me, then looked down and exclaimed,
“Hey, where’s the other ear of corn?” and before I could say anything, he bolted past me and found the stolen item beside another bone on the dog bed in the living room. May was not owning up to it, and) conspicuously nowhere near the crime. She is not only a bone hoarder but also a corn-on-the-cob thief. We’ve caught her before, and one time, it took her three days to finally poop out the cob.
I could not hold back and burst out and laughed the gut-busting kind of laugh, complete with tears and belly cramps, followed by giggles and more laughing.
May and my hubby gave me the best gift, stress relief!