Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Get Ready for Ornery's Gambit! #MFRWAuthor

 


Genre:

Poetry plus a supernatural coming-of-age story (vampires).

Buy Link:

https://amzn.to/3vz8uXw

Publication Date:

February 15, 2024

Ebook Price:

$1.99 or free with Kindle Unlimited

Book Blurb:

The poems, story, and thoughts included in this brief volume were inspired by the independently produced album Wayward and Upward by Spinoza Gambit. The story Prodigal Moon and the poem 401 Rush were included in the Wayward and Upward anthology published by Off Topic Press.

I opted to publish this book on my 59th birthday. It would be a wonderful gift to learn that my work inspired you or led you to learn more about the Wayward and Upward album and anthology.

With love,

Ornery Owl


Book Length:

49 pages

Excerpt 

About Prodigal Moon

I was inspired by the idea of something that disappears and returns on a predictable schedule (the visible moon) and something that cannot return (a lost love.)


Prodigal Moon

Prodigal moon

You can spin me a silent tune

But you can’t return my love to me

I dare you to try

Catch him on the fly

Before he escapes ‘cross the sea


Prodigal Moon

A short story about a long-lasting friendship.

Deborah Virgo and Valentins Hines met on the first day of summer 2017. The youngsters lived at the wrong end of Fox Avenue. The electricity had been turned off in Valentins’s house, but he didn’t mind sitting on the covered porch painting figurines. His mother, Doriend Hines, was gone most of the time, working at the Daily Grind Bistro or The Zealous Whistle Tavern or staying overnight with old folks who paid her under the table for her caregiving services. Doriend was a workaholic who would have been thriving monetarily if not for being a functional alcoholic and opioid addict with a love of gambling.

Valentins was sitting on the porch at dusk, painting a vampire figurine for his haunted house, when a wraithlike girl with an alabaster complexion and waves of xanthic hair flowing to her mid-back entered the gate. She was wearing a knee-length olive-green gown that looked like it might have been all the rage in the 1920s and a pair of shiny, malachite-green shoes.

“Hello,” the girl greeted.

“Hi yourself,” Valentins returned.

“I’m Deborah Virgo. My family just moved into the house across the road from you.”

“Valentins Hines.”

“Could I see what you’re working on?”

“Sure. Come on up.”

The girl appeared to float just above the ground as she crossed the lawn. Her rose-colored lips bowed in a reserved smile. As she drew closer, Valentins noticed her unusual eyes. At first, he supposed that the rufous shade was a trick of the light, but the color remained constant when the battery-operated lantern shone directly on the girl’s face.



Author Bio

Ornery Owl is a wise old bird who seeks the truth behind the lies. She uses her observations to heal the wounded soul. In essence, she is the spirit of an odd little bird whose wings were clipped at a young age. She is at once a whimsical manifestation of poetic expression and a fierce protector of those targeted for derision by an angry and unsympathetic world. Depending on how you perceive her, she can be either a goddamned delight or your worst nightmare.   



Sunday, January 7, 2024

Double Haiga Sunday Selection: Silver

 

Image taken May 7, 2017 at the Denver Aquarium.
Copyright Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl



silver scales flashing
delicate water dweller
not long on the earth

Image by Siggy Nowak from Pixabay


standing straight and strong

the mighty silver birch trees

lining forest path

notes

Prompt used:

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/11/carpe-diem-52-silver-birch.html

It's been seven months since I last worked on my Aquarium Project. I would like to get back to doing this on Sundays. 

The top photo and the two Haigas are my intellectual property. You are welcome to use them, but please credit me if you do. A link back to this blog would also be appreciated.

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Free use image by Gordon Johnson on Pixabay

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Saturday, January 6, 2024

In the Present Tense #8Sunday

  

Photo by Mathilde Langevin (mathildelangevin) on Unsplash

In the Present Tense

My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev. He is thirty-eight years old, and he is from the country of Turkey. We have a three-year-old daughter named Claudia.”

Natali Dhaval repeated the information to the forensic team who pulled her husband’s body from the pool as if referring to Rama in the present tense could return him to life. Part of her realized the medical examiner needed to know if she had any information about her husband’s drowning, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit he was dead.

My husband’s name is Rama Abadjiev,” Natali repeated. “My husband’s name is Rama...”

notes

I went off the rails a bit in December. I want to continue sharing the drabbles I wrote last May.

Five of my (C. L. Hart's) drabbles can be found in The Damned drabble anthology. I didn't submit this story for potential inclusion in The Damned because while the situation described is horrible, it doesn't qualify as horror.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles