Friday, June 30, 2017

They’d come together one hot summer’s night

Annie.
He’d dreamed of her like this many times over the years. Both before, and after, they’d come together one hot summer’s night in a fiery explosion of passion. Jared had a hard time explaining to himself why he’d run the next morning. Because that’s exactly what he’d done. At the time, he’d used the excuse of his mom’s refusal to support his decision to follow in his father’s footsteps by joining the Navy—but that’s all it was, an excuse. The real reason he’d run was laying in this bed next to him right now.
Annie Campbell terrified him.
She was everything he’d always wanted, wrapped up in a delectable parcel labeled forever. And that had sent him running for the nearest plane. Because no matter how much he wanted her, he’d thought he wanted the Navy more. After living with what a decision like that had done to his own family, Jared swore never to place someone who loved him through the same torture. He’d had to stand by as a child and watch his mother age before his eyes every time the phone rang. And then, one day, it happened. Only instead of a call, it was the doorbell. Two smartly dressed naval officers stood on the doorstep; hat in hand, solemn looks on their faces, and as his mom broke down with heart-wrenching sobs, Jared knew his father would not be returning.
In the weeks and months that followed, a determination grew within him to find out for himself why his dad chose to risk his life overseas rather than stay home and care for his family. It became an obsession; coloring everything he did, from exercise to bringing his grades up in school. All done with the goal of entering the Navy, not realizing he was becoming the man he’d loved and hated with such passion.
Then he met Annie, and for a while he’d dared to dream. She was shy, withdrawn, a bookworm, whereas he took pleasure in being the class clown. The boy who made everyone laugh. Something about her drew him from the start. He’d often find himself staring at her, fantasizing about those soft, sweet curves. Wondering about the thoughts going on behind those gorgeous green eyes.

Excerpt from The Rebels Redemption by Jacquie Biggar
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"This anthology consists of twelve wonderful stories with the inherent theme of love and war contained in them. Out of the twelve authors, Uvi Poznansky is the only one that I was familiar with previously. So, in addition to becoming acquainted with new authors in this set, my 'to be read' pile has grown considerably. That is not a bad thing with the wind chill of a minus 10 as I write this review!!" 

Thursday, June 29, 2017

I will be home for late summer

Angelina poured herself a large glass of wine, pulled out one of Joshua's last letters to her and started reading it. By the end of the day, she had read each one slowly, taking in every last written word. Once again, the tears flowed like a running stream. However much she tried, Angelina could not stem the flow. Just seeing his spidery handwriting pulled heavily on her heart.
The last letter read,

My dearest, sweetest, Angelina,

“How I miss you so very much. I cannot tell you how desperate I am too see you. It's been tough out here. I have seen things that are unimaginable. The fight is a hard one and the destruction is so apparent everywhere we go. It makes all of us soldiers out here appreciate what we have back home so much. I love you, sweetheart. You are my angel. I cannot wait to have you in my arms once more and hold you close. Just know this, I will be home for late summer and I will fulfill my promise. There is nothing I want more in the whole world than for you to be my wife. With you by my side, I know I can do anything. Stay strong and know not a single moment goes by that I don't think of you.”
All my love now and always, Joshua. Xxx

With her head resting on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs, Angelina cried until she could cry no more. The pain was crippling. She wondered how she could go on living without him. 

Excerpt from Broken Wings by D.G. Torrens
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"This anthology consists of twelve wonderful stories with the inherent theme of love and war contained in them. Out of the twelve authors, Uvi Poznansky is the only one that I was familiar with previously. So, in addition to becoming acquainted with new authors in this set, my 'to be read' pile has grown considerably. That is not a bad thing with the wind chill of a minus 10 as I write this review!!" 

The views and eye-opening aspect is phenomenal

A short and sweet review for Twisted:

on June 27, 2017
What are unique author! never have I read any book equal to this.
Such a unique writing of The story of job and his wife

Story had a twisted storyline of present and past and future and death

I can't wait to read more of this wonderful either!

Monday, June 26, 2017

The story of rape and murder during the King David era

Richard Cesar, the author of In the Robes of God (and other books) has been lucky enough to have traveled a bit more than most. In my journeys, I have been gifted with exposure to multiple cultures and wonderfully diverse points of view. In my writings I endeavor to extract the emotions from those experiences and set them to print. . I am thrilled to find his review of Inspired by Art: The Edge of Revolt:

on June 24, 2017

An amazing assemblage of art by the great masters. But this is much more than a collection of images. It is the story of rape and murder during the King David era. Varying points of view are carefully sewn together in a cohesive artistic narrative. Through a diverse set of mediums, from etchings to oil-on-canvas, Ms Poznansky takes us by the hand and walks us though the pain and exaltation.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

A desire for redemption, without the will

Charles A. Ray is a writer, artist, and photographer. He reads and writes in many genres, and reviews books on his blog Charles Ray's Ramblings. Here is his great review of my Historical Fiction novel, A Peek at Bathsheba:

A Peek at Bathsheba by Uvi Poznansky is the second book in the David’s Chronicles series. In this volume, David is besotted by Bathsheba, the wife of one of his faithful soldiers, Uriah. Consumed by his lust, he gets her pregnant, and in order to cover up the scandal, sends Uriah to his death.
Told in ‘his own words,’ this story explores David’s torment over his transgression and his desire for redemption. What he lacks, however, is the will to do what’s necessary to redeem himself. The author uses modern language, but the atmosphere of the place and time comes through clearly.
An interesting alternate history of one of the Bible’s most famous figures.

Monday, June 12, 2017

The power of passion

Here is a short and sweet review from psychologist and award-winning writer Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D., for my WWII love story, Dancing with Air:

This review is from: Dancing with Air: WWII love story (Still Life with Memories Book 4) (Kindle Edition)
The utter power of passion gripped me start to finish throughout this compelling tale. It speaks of great love and sorrow endured without despair. I finished this novel satisfied and hopeful, affirmed in my belief of the power of passion and great love.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Story Might Be More Important Than Many Realize???

Glenda A. Bixler blogs about Books, Reviews, Authors, Publicity, Tips, short stories, essays...a little poetry, a cat story or two, thoughts on music, movies and products selections. Her blog is Book Readers Heaven. I am thrilled to find her review of my art book, Inspired by Art: The Edge of Revolt:

on June 11, 2017
Consider as you open this latest book that you have entered an art gallery with various rooms based upon topic, as opposed to artist... We have seen David and Goliath in the first room, Then the next room is what happened after the fall of the giant...

David became King and we move into his daily life... and are immediately faced with David's Triumph by Raffaello Sanzio, with a somewhat daunting prophecy. And certainly what follows seems to support the statement that the sword would never depart his house...

And it began in the cruelest way... by his son, Amnon attempting to seduce his sister, Tamar, in the painting by Guercino. Graphic accounts thereafter depicts Amnon's attempts continuing until he rapes Tamar and then demands she leave home... portrayed in Desolation of Tamar by James Tissot

It is Absalom who consoles Tamar who has become pregnant by her brother and begins to talk...of revenge... and death... as we study the painting by Mattia Preti, entitled Absalom's Feast. For me, Study for 'The Assassination of Amnon at the feast of Absalom' by Guercino proved to be the most dramatic, and I believe, included the main characters involved.... Unfortunately, and with sorrow, I deplore that this is history not a fictional novel being illustrated...

So how was this murder handled? Page after page tells the story as it is written as well as envisioned by multiple painters, but I wondered, how would it also end in today's world, for in the end King David was left with neither of his sons... And his advisors said to get over mourning... and the result of that demand is poignantly presented... which included the potential response by David... "Oh that I had the wings of a dove! For then I would fly away and be at rest" painted by Frederic Lord Leighton.

As the book ends, we see The Prophet David by Camillo Boccaccio where we find the older David placing his foot on the head of Goliath...

Was he, perhaps, lamenting that he had ever picked up the sword to kill Goliath... Was he, I wondered, really meant to walk up to the Giant, offer his hand in friendship, and speak of love and not hate? Had he listened to man with their fears rather than to God? Would things be different today if that was really what was to happen? I wondered and thought that this book just might be more important than many will realize... Like David, looking back to what his life had been, and then began to wonder how God could still love him when he may not have listened of God's commands to love on another? For me, it felt right...it felt true...

Needless to say, I believe and highly recommend that you check out not only this book, but the entire series...as the visual stories speak to us of King David's life...

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Friday, June 9, 2017

Give depth to the Biblical story of David and Bathsheba

Short and sweet review of my art book, Inspired by Art: A Peek at Bathsheba:

on June 8, 2017 Verified Purchase
This review is from: Inspired by Art: A Peek at Bathsheba (The David Chronicles Book 7) (Kindle Edition)
Uvi selection of paintings give depth to the Biblical story of David and Bathsheba. Exploring aspects of the story most readers may not have considered. Personally I had no idea that there were so many renderings of this Bible tale. Uvi choices give them even more of a human face.

Monday, June 5, 2017

I knew she was in a playful mood




Just this morning I woke up to a surprise: Bathsheba slipped into my bed, wearing a soft, silky robe that glided, ever so smoothly, off her shoulders. I knew she was in a playful mood—if you know what I mean—because of her sudden cravings. 
“Strengthen me with raisins,” she murmured in my ear. “Refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.”
I rushed to bring her a tray of ripe fruit. Then I put my arm around her and could not wait until she was done eating. Between one little nibble and another she told me, in her most delicious voice, to slow down. 
“Do not arouse or awaken love,” she said, “until it so desires.”
In place of an answer I reclined back on the bed, and pointed at the blanket. I do not want to brag about it, but the fabric was stretching to a peak over me, tenting my arousal.
Just then I thought I heard someone tiptoeing just outside the chamber, in the corridor. I leapt off the bed and was surprised to find little Solomon there, his ear to the door and his hand tucked behind him, hiding something from me. 
“Show me what you’ve got there,” I said.
The kid shook his head till his freckles nearly flew of his nose. “No,” he said, with a stubborn tone.
So I warned him, “I know what you’ve done.” 
His eyes widened. “You do?”
“Oh yes,” said I. “You’ve listened to every word we said, and worse: you’ve written it.”
“So?” He shrugs. “Is that a crime?”
“Only if you publish it.” 
“Not going to.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“All the same,” I insisted, “show me your hand.”
Solomon raised his hand to my eyes. And just as I had expected, the palm of it was covered with minute, inky characters, spelling out the sentence, “Do not arouse or awaken love, until it so desires.”
I peered into his innocent eyes. “You have any idea what that means?”
“Nope,” said the kid. “But I’m going to figure it out. It must become clear, if I look at it long enough. Then I’ll recite it out loud, before everyone—”
I cried, “You what?”
The kid smiled, and pulled his hand back. “I’ll tell them things like, Strengthen me with raisins. Refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.’ People find me adorable when they hear me say such words.”
“They what?”
“They say it’s pure poetry. They say I take after you, daddy! So it doesn’t really matter, does it, if I don’t get what exactly it all means—they will!”
“But, but,” I stammer, “these aren’t your words! They belong to your mom and me!”
“Don’t worry,” said Solomon. “I won’t tell them that.”
Straddling between anger and an undeniable sense of amusement I wagged my finger at him. 
“Go wash your hand at once,” I said. “What we talk about, your mom and I, isn’t meant for your ears. It’s private.” 
“Nope,” he said. “Once I write it down, it’s mine.” 
“Isn’t,” said I.
Having closed the door I climbed back into bed.
Holding an apple in her hand Bathsheba offered me a bite and said, “Who was that?”
“Oh, no one,” said I. “Now, where were we?”
“Don’t you know?” she said, and in her soft, melodious voice, she started humming to me, between one kiss and another. “Kiss me, David, with the kisses of your mouth, for your love is more delightful than wine.”
I was about to tell her we must keep it down. Instead I loosened her robe and while caressing her I hummed back, “I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of incense. You are altogether beautiful, my darling, there is no flaw in you.
Bathsheba smiled, and over my murmur she went on singing, “No wonder the young women love you! Take me away with you, let us hurry!

“Oh yes,” said I. “Let us hurry.”


David and Bathsheba
Jacob Adriaensz. Backer

Tapisserie de David et Bethsabée

David and Bathsheba
Gustave Adolphe Mossa

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"I love this series for its convincing depiction of real people in ancient times, for its unflinching honesty, and for its vividly real characters. This David is no cardboard cutout to be filled in with bright crayoned colors. This Bathsheba is no plaything. And women will stand on the stage of history, will have their voice, and will cry out for love and hate and hope."
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