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EBook Review of A Pale Cold Night by Melissa Mendelson

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A Pale Cold Night by Melissa Mendelson is a deliciously detailed short story serving up an alluring touch of suspense and excitement.  When reading this story you are not observing the scene but rather experiencing it side by side with the characters.

Each character is on point and creatively portrayed in detail with colorful banter that will have you wanting more.  Melissa is a master story teller and this eBook story is no exception. Artfully created, and with the perfect ending.  A must read for all.

A Pale Cold Night on Amazon

Water versus Wine by Ahmad Al Khatat

Water versus Wine
When  I drink  water my  words become  clear pictures and happy fantasies 
When I drink  wine my  words become dark poems and sad realities


BIO Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published two poetry books “The Bleeding Heart Poet” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook.

Consumed by Jane Ayers Sweat

Consumed
Trapped in a prison that has no bars
Has never committed a crime. Her mind meandering like a maze Incarcerated for infinite time.
Doomed to be confined Held captive by the noise Clatter, chatter, jabber Seizing all her joys.
Misery draped over her like a black shroud This feels like a circus With an invisible crowd.
The mind can be a scary place There's no parole from here So she sits and waits and dreads The coming of her bier.

Sailboat by David Francis

Sailboat


Man in a sailboat
stretched out like a starfish
controlling the sail
but it starts to fall
and he loses it
flat on the waves
and then a shadow
falls over the beach
with his back bowed
he pulls the ropes 
him against the sea
him against the wind
and another shadow falls
and he raises it
no one has noticed
but out of shame
the sun went behind the clouds

now in the distance
closer to the horizon
you see a man
play tug of war
with a sail
and then you see him sail


Biography:

David Francis has produced six 
albums of songs, one of poems, and
"Always/Far," a chapbook of lyrics
and drawings.  He has written and
directed two films: "Village Folksinger"
(2013) and "Memory Journey" (2018).
His poems and stories have appeared
in a number of journals and anthologies.
www.davidfrancismusic.com

From Euclid Creek Book Four by Michael Ceraolo

from Euclid Creek Book Four
September 24, 1950
It was called Black Sunday, two decades before the suspense novel of the same name was written, and the cause of such a moniker had started days earlier and was reported in the next day's paper on the front page, right under the bold headlines about the Korean War news
"Canadian Forest Fire Smoke Clouds Darken Ohio" said the headline                           (in those quaint days when the headline actually foretold what was in the body of the article)
"Dense yellow clouds of smoke, wind-borne to the Great Lakes area and beyond from forest fires sweeping hundreds of acres in northern Alberta" (also northern British Columbia, in what would become known as the Chinchaga fire), "blotted out the sun in Greater Cleveland yesterday afternoon"
The smoke was first seen here at 8 AM, and a local preacher that day sermonized the end of the world would be signaled by "an orange glow and a flash of light" (…

Ireland by Jane Ayers Sweat

Ireland

Heaven must surely be in Ireland
That's what the leprechaun said, "Your life was not in Ireland but You can go there when you're dead."
Lord, take my Soul to Ireland So I can finally see The land my ancestors roamed Near the Irish sea.
Let me smell the grass in Ireland Above my cold dead feet Let me dance an Irish jig Even as I sleep.
Oh to be home in Ireland Where my emerald blood runs free And the screech of the banshee Holds no fear for me.

in Canning Park by David Francis

In Canning Park


They have the names of the plants --
all exotic Latin names and origins --
but where are the plants?
Have the seeds blown away in this strong wind
or are they out of season?

Cats curl up in the holes
where mongrel full-grown trees protect them,
and roll over slowly to scratch their backs
but when the sun moves the sun- and tree-round shade
they go to sunbathe.

Sometimes the young go to the old
for something they can’t get on the street;
with all of its new coffee shops and chain stores
it still can’t offer this womb-like timelessness 
when you’re in the mood.


Biography:

David Francis has produced six 
albums of songs, one of poems, and
"Always/Far," a chapbook of lyrics
and drawings.  He has written and
directed two films: "Village Folksinger"
(2013) and "Memory Journey" (2018).
His poems and stories have appeared
in a number of journals and anthologies.
www.davidfrancismusic.com