Tuesday, February 22, 2011

UNEXPECTED



I picked up the phone today to call my Momma,
before I realized there was no way to talk with her.
Why do I do things like this?
Why do I hear the wind chimes and
feel like my sister is right outside the door?

Grief and despair are sliding in again
like the slug of mud rolling down
the scalped mountains of Appalachia.

Will this pain never end? Or am
I left with these holes in my heart
never to be healed again? I know
time is supposed to heal all wounds,
but these wounds still gape and weep.

Occasionally, a ray of sunshine and
will enter, blowing cool hope and
wetting your mouth like an orange creamsicle.

Then like the tinkle of the wind chimes
or the rippling of a cool forest stream,
the feelings slowly ooze away, only
leaving hints of an unexpected return.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

I Made It



I MADE IT

Fear trickles down
my spine, but
I made it to the
funeral home without
one mistake.
Forget about the fact
I had no idea where
to go, I knew I had
to show support to my
family.
So my friend Google
gave me perfect
directions.
The main thing about
this amazing, seeming
normal act, feat
is I made it all
by myself.

Friday, February 11, 2011

JADE’S SLED

“Promise you take care of my wee one; name him Willow Strong. And promise to try to get my body home to my people.” Those were the last words Jade heard from the tiny brown girl lying in the small cave Jade had found to spend a few days in.

On her trek out of San Francisco, Jade had started out strong, but within three months of walking the terrain she was tired and ready to stay in one spot for a week to rebuild her strength. This is when she came upon the girl under a tree, curled in a fetal position and crying. Walking over to the crying woman, Jade bent down and could tell the girl was with child because she had seen many women with large bellies in San Fran and Michael had told her this is where a baby grows. Michael is another story, so we won’t go there today.

Fifteen minutes later, Jade had carried the woman to the small cave she had planned to spend the night in. She opened her backpack and withdrew a water bottle. She wet a scrap of cloth and washed the woman's face. Even though she was inexperienced with many of the human behaviors, Jade recognized the urgency in the girl's voice. Drawing from her two years of study, Jade knew what she had to do.
"No, no," cried the woman, then she started saying words Jade did not understand. She knew it was some type of Indian language, but her Guardian had only trained for the more popular languages

"Ahhhhhh!" The girl screamed as she drew her legs up to her chest. The next thing Jade knew, she was holding a bloody lump that looked like a mini human. Fascinated, she washed off the baby's face and it started to cry. She wrapped the baby in a jacket she pulled from her backpack and handed the bundle it to the girl. Using a length of twine, she cut the babies umbilical cord and then cut him free from his mother.

The baby immediately began to root around on her mother’s chest until it found her right breast and began to suckle. The girl was still bleeding heavily and her breath was labored. Jade knew the girl was going to die, but she pulled some of her medicine pouches out of her backpack and found some powder to help with the fever, but she had nothing to stop the bleeding. Jade continued to rub on the girls belly to make it harden up and pack her with all the spare rags she had to stop the bleeding.


Jade closed the girl’s eyes, removed the tiny baby from her mother’s breast and wrapped him in the warmest blanket she had in her bags. After taking care of the baby, Jade went out of the tent to contemplate her situation. She had not been taught what to do with a dead body. She had been taught very little about babies, but not how to care for them.

First things first, Jade would need to wrap the cold dead body of the mother in something to try and get her back to her people somehow. She had passed an old barn about a mile back; maybe there was something she could use.

She took off running, but only got a few yards when she remembered the baby. She could not leave him alone – what if he started to crying? It could attract wildlife from all around the area. Although it was late fall, Jade had seen a few sprinklings of snow. Jade headed back to the tent and emptied her backpack, but soon realized it was too big to carry the baby in. Next she emptied her messenger bag and snuggled the baby in tight, leaving one end open for air.

Jade slung the strap over her head with the bag in the front to give her more support. “This should do it,” Jade murmured to herself. She realized there was nothing she could do about the little mother, but cover her body and leave her in the cave.

As soon as Jade began running toward the barn, she dropped her glamour to run faster. At the barn she kept her own body shape, because she felt sure the baby was too young to remember the tall, green lady with long strange hair.
The first thing Jade found was some old feed sacks; she could wrap the dead mother in these. Then she began to pull wood from the barn and with the tools found, Jade fashioned a crude sled. Not the kind of sled Michael had shown her in magazines, but it should be good enough to hold everything. She found a good size length of rope in the loft to make a handle for the sled.

The baby began to cry and Jade realized she was hungry, but how was she going to find mother’s milk to feed the child? Thinking more of hydration instead of nutrition, Jade ripped off a piece of clean muslin from inside the messenger bag. Making a little bag, she gently poured some water into it and placed it near the baby’s mouth. At first the baby wiggled and kept turning her head, but soon she had the muslin in her mouth and was sucking down the water.

When the baby had finished drinking the water, she quieted down and went back to sleep. Jade began to pack the sled with the baby and messenger bag, adding the feed sacks. She went out to walk around the barn to look for found. She found a hickory nut tree and began to gather nuts into her shirt as well as a few berries. She went and dumped them into the sled.

Now came the hard part – finding the girl’s family and trying to keep the baby alive while she did. What had she gotten herself into now?

Friday, February 4, 2011

On My Own



ON MY OWN

Fear trickles down
my spine, but
I made it to the
funeral home without one mistake
Forget about the fact
I had no idea where to go,
I knew I had to show support
to my future son-in-law
and my lovely daughter,
so my friend Google
gave me perfect directions.
The main thing about this amazing feat
is I made it all by myself

Monday, January 31, 2011

Ann Gabhart's Newsletter

Here is the latest newsletter from Ann H. Gabhart, detailing her lastest book, Angel Sister:

Celebrating the release of ANGEL SISTER!!!

Angel Sister is finally here. The book is out there in stores and online. Some of my family and friends have received copies in the mail. Reviews are popping up. And I’m excited! So I want to share that excitement with you, my reading friends. Lorena Birdsong, the little girl character portrayed on the cover has been stealing people’s hearts at first glance. The best thing about the cover is that it does so accurately capture Lorena’s character and looks. Revell designs great covers for all their books. And look at the back cover. It shows Lorena and Kate, her “angel sister,” playing. I really like that, don’t you? I look happy enough about it all in my author photo and I couldn’t look any happier than I am.As I’ve told you before, this book is a story straight from my heart. And my mom’s heart. The events and characters all rose up out of that mysterious deep well that is a writer’s imagination and are completely fictitious, but that well was fed by the stories my mom and her sisters loved to tell about growing up in their small community of Alton, Kentucky during the 1930s. My Rosey Corner is the Alton of their memories. My Merritt family is very loosely based on their family. My grandmother and grandfather did love to read. My grandfather was a blacksmith and did at one time have a drinking problem. He did serve in France during World War I. That much of the story is based on fact. But he was a cook and didn’t have to go “over the top” and up out of the trenches into combat. My Fern and Graham are the fleshed-out characters brought to mind by the stories my aunts and mother told about some of the odder characters in their community. The place seemed to have more than its share of odd characters, including, as my aunt Bill used to say, “them” – the four Hawkins sisters. And then she would laugh. Just like she’s laughing in this picture that has to be my favorite photo of the four sisters. Bill, the youngest is second from left. Mom’s far left. Margaret is pointing, and Evelyn is on the right. Laughter suited them all. As my mom always tells me, they didn’t have a lot of things but they had a lot of what mattered – love. So I took the feeling of those wonderful memories they shared and from those seeds created my Rosey Corner and my family of four sisters. I am completely indebted to the first four sisters for the atmosphere and background of this story. The rest I made up by imagining how it might have been and what would have happened if. My mother is the only sister left now, but if my aunts were still living, I know they would have enjoyed going back to Rosey Corner with me. And now I’m hoping you’ll want to make that trip too.

The book has already gone into a second printing, and I’m told it may be featured in some Books-a-Million stores. So if that’s where you shop for books, give a look around for it. In my area, a great place to buy the book is at Corinth Christian Book Store in Frankfort. On February 11th at 7 p.m., they’re hosting a book launch for me and also for Virginia Smith with her new release, A Deadly Game. As the title gives away, her book is an inspirational suspense/mystery novel. We’ll both talk about our books and then have a Q&A time. If you can’t make that book launch, I’ll be doing a hometown book launch on Sunday, March 6 at 2 p.m. at the Anderson County Public Library here in Lawrenceburg. Again I’ll be talking about writing this book with special comments about how the setting is Alton, a little community in our county. I changed the name to Rosey Corner, but it’s the Alton my mom knew growing up. At the hometown event, I’ll be giving away a few door prizes. That always makes things more fun.

And of course I have to give something away here and on my website to celebrate a new book. I’m doing something a little different this time. Instead of books, I’m going to send four lucky winners $25 gift cards to either Christian Book or Amazon (their choice). So here’s how you can get your name in the drawings. Send me an e-mail. If you haven’t e-mailed me previously, you can contact me from my website, here. (I’m going to be changing my e-mail address soon. Boy, that’s a lot of trouble, but you can always contact me from the website.) I’ll pick one name out of the “everybody hat.” Then to give you more chances to win, I’ll have that special drawing like the last time for the “I never win anything” group. If you haven’t won before in one of my giveaways, be sure to indicate that. Last and the most fun, I’ll pick two names out of the “Tell me a story” hat. Last time you told me about special Christmas presents. That was so much fun, I want to do it again. Only this time you have to tell me a sister story. If you don’t have a sister by birth, you can tell me about a sister of the heart. It can be a funny happening. It can be why she’s a great sister/friend. It can be something special she’s done for you or maybe something not so nice that you laugh about now. Any story will get your name in the sister drawing. So if you send me an e-mail, plus tell me if you’ve never won anything here and share a sister story, you can have three chances to win. Of course I’ll be blogging about the sister stories because I know I’ll hear some good ones. Don’t worry, I won’t write about them if you ask me not to and I won’t reveal names. So get your e-mails and stories in. I’ll pick the winners March 1. The winners of the Christmas/New Year’s giveaways along with the books they chose and their surprise gifts too are posted on my website Events and News Page.

So send in those e-mails. And remember you can always keep up with me and join in the conversation on my blog, One Writer’s Journal, at www.annhgabhart.blogspot.com or on my author Facebook page. And I’m twittering too if you want to follow me there. Last don’t forget to check out my Events and News Page for places where we might meet in person or where you can read on-line interviews (usually with a chance to win an autographed book) on the blog. For you book club members, I’ve posted discussion questions for Angel Sister on the Angel Sister link of my website and I’d love to come visit your book club in person if you’re not too far away or by phone if the plane ticket’s too expensive.

Thanks for reading and in closing, here’s an old Irish blessing for you.

“May God grant you always…a sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you, a sheltering angel so nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you. And whenever you pray, heaven to hear you.”

Ann

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Fireflies

(Artwork by Dazlilangel)



Under the lovely full moon,
the fire begins to grow,
blazing up in crackling swirls.
The embers seem to glow and fly
around the surrounding area.
Most of the embers,
burn themselves out,
but
one or two slip into the sky
and they fly and fly.

The original Fireflies,
good luck pieces of fire
that when past a
certain time
become alive and seek out
a true soul who needs
occasional magical help.

Lunatic


(Photo/artwork by Fiction's Fool)




"You may be right, I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for"

A lunatic ... like the people who used to get locked up in asylums and sometimes tied to their beds?


No thanks ... I want my lunatic to be fearless and funny, kinda like walking across the top of a fully running dam, while acting like you're about to fall.


I want my lunatic to take me to scary movies and not laugh at me when I have to cover my head - especially when clowns are involved.

“Turn out the light, don't try to save me"

I want my lunatic knight in shining armor to come to my rescue when I'm in trouble or just feeling down. So yes, I'll save you, if you save me.



“Don't try to fake it"


I like my lunatic the way he is and I don't want him to change, but I'm afraid I'll change again, so I want him to be adaptable to my strange moods.



... But as the saying goes ...



“You may be wrong, for all I know, you may be right"



**Song lyrics by Billy Joel**

Monday, November 29, 2010

Comfortably Numb


Comfortably Numb


Depression is an illness millions of people suffer through for weeks, months, even years. It may be simple post-partum blues, or depression because of grief, or sometimes it’s the bottom of the barrel and you can’t see you way out. It makes you feel lonely and afraid.


“Hello?
Is there anyone in there?
Just nod is you can hear me.”


What if you can’t nod from exhaustion? You try at first to take care of your depression as you retreat farther and farther from your family, your friends, the world.

The family tries to persuade you to go see a doctor, but you resist. You’ve had these feelings before and you’ve always – always – pulled out of it by yourself.

But this time things are getting worse and the next thing you realize all you want to do is pull out in front of a tractor trailer and end it all. This is when you know you’re in deep shit. As soon as you drive the last mile to work, you make an emergency call to the nearest psych center.


“I’ll need some information first.
Just the basic fact,
Can you show me where it hurts?”


I want to scream – IT HURTS EVERYWHERE!! I need help before something bad happens to me or my family. So off I go to the fix-me-up place.


“Okay
Just a little pin prick
… you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?”


Group therapy, individual therapy, no notebooks with wires – my favorite kind – how the hell will I be able to write? The first few days I’m a zombie with no thoughts of my own.


“I have become comfortably numb.”


This is not solving my problem, I want to be a normal wife again, a mother, a daughter, a grandmother, a writer – but never a nurse ever again - never ever.


“When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.”


I am no long a child and I have a dream. The pain is not over and it will always be there back in the shadows of your mind. I will sometimes have dark days looming, but now they are coming in longer waves. I close my eyes, pulling on willpower to move forward.


“I no
longer
want
to
be
comfortably
numb”



**Song lyrics by Pink Floyd**

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Trust the Inside Not the Outside


TRUST THE INSIDE NOT THE OUTSIDE



Beauty lies in the ignorant
because that is all they have to fall back on.

Don't judge a book by its cover
because you'' miss some of the best literature ever written.

Just because you were not rich growing up,
doesn't mean you are rich in intelligence.

Glasses, pimples, greasy hair with a loud mouth,
gays or geeks or nerds doesn't give others the right to bully.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Sugarcult - Christine


CHRISTINE
by Sugarcult


what's wrong?
i feel so alone again.
the look in your eyes sometimes...
pretending that it's all right.
make up and move on,
our ways never change
and i can get anyone that i want -
you'll see christine.
and i would do anything if you could believe in me,
but girl-you play those tricks
and make a fool out of me.
that's the way it goes here.
i can't stand loving you anymore.
i try my best, but i'm back for more.
my heart beat stops every time you leave me.
hanging on lately...
last night,
she came back into my life.
to play with my head this time.
she's hanging me out for dead
i take it and move on,
our ways will never change
and i can get anyone that i want -
you'll see christine.
and i would do anything if you could believe in me.
but girl, you play those tricks
and make a fool out of me.
that's the way it goes here.
i can't stand loving you anymore.
i try my best, but i'm back for more.
my heart beat stops every time you leave me.
hanging on lately...
take her away, take her away, take her away from this place.
take her away, take her away, take her away from this place.
what's wrong?
i feel so alone again.
i flunked out a thousand times,
it's making me realize,
that i'm back and better for us.
our ways will never change
and i can get anyone that i want -
you'll see christine.
and i would do anything if you could believe in me.
but girl, you play those tricks
and make a fool out of me.
you'll see, christine.

Old Memories

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OLD MEMORIES


Ancient in years, but still holding onto
the special charm making it beautiful.
Windows need replacing and probably casings, too,
but the bricks and stone continue to hold
the mortar used to make this antique house
stand on firm ground.
And although most people do not like the green moss
making its home on the stone steps and up to the porch.
Number one, green is my favorite color, and two, the
moss is furry and soft
makes a natural pillow to give a decent night's sleep.
I've no idea who owns this home, but I can take it on
faith that no one lives here,
unless it is someone like me.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Shrouded Heart

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SHROUDED HEART

Darkness hangs like a shroud;
sooner or later, we will be together again -
our love is all we need.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I'm so excited ....

... here is the cover proof of the book "Images of America: Harrodsburg" which Anna Armstrong and I are writing ....



What do you think! Personally, I LOVE it, but I'm a little prejudice.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Too many books, so little time

To much writing and not enough reading makes Bobbi a dull, overworked woman. I decided to take the day off today and catch up on some reading. Since the last book I read was "Mockingjay" - the last book in the Hunger Games trilogy - I'm having a hard time deciding what to read. I've narrowed it down to four choices:

1.) "Battle Royale" by Houshun Tahami - the Japanese version of "Hunger Games" - published in America in 2003, several years before "Hunger Games"

2.)"Infinity" by Sherrilyn Kenyon - first book in the Chronicles of Nick

3.) "Pretty Little Liars" by Sara Shepard - first book in the Pretty Little Liars series - this has been turned into an ABC Family series and one of my newest guilty pleasures.

4.) "Clockwork Angel" by Cassandra Clare - a prequel to the Mortal Instruments Series

Decisions, decisions ... eeny, meeny, minny, moe - "Infinity" it is.