THE GUARDIAN ( Read more... )

An unfortunate accident. A girl balanced on the edge of childhood.

The spirit of a Kabbalistic Rabbi, think Drew Carey meets Jackie Mason, poised to answer all questions...with more questions.

What if life as you know it was forever altered? Given the choice do you:
A.  Enhance the lives of others and move forward to the unknown?
B. Return to your ( Read more... )

I used to haunt B&N regularly, hunting for the newest NIVs and scooping up copies of classics and old favorites in the used book section. I tried not to drool as I scanned freshly printed PBs -and got a little high on the sharp scent of ink on pristine paper. I made a list of new and worthy titles to pick up at the library too. Well… I couldn’t buy ( Read more... )

Mary is dynamite. I've taken my share of PB courses so much of the info. wasn't new to me. But her dissection of what makes a great PB was spot on ( Read more... )

There's great power
in simple thoughts,
but each  
must push you forward.

I picture them rising
to the top of my glass
like sweet cream

casting me out
into unknown waters
wide with the promise
of adventure.

For today
I say
Make It happen,
breathing hope
like fresh air.

Got through the latest revisions and addressed the issues that were distancing the MC of my MG from the
reader. While it's simmering on the back burner, I revisited a funny PB of mine that just wasn't there yet. Well, I think it's there now ;-).

Don't ya just love summer?

It's growing

with possibilities.

Off for a reading break. I'm loving Marcelo ( Read more... )

So after major rewrites and another couple of close calls with my MG novel in verse, I finally had my very own, a la Oprah, AH-HAH! moment ( Read more... )

SEPTEMBER
(c) 2010 by Andria W. Rosenbaum

The first day

is crammed with newness.

Graphic tees, dark jeans,

and flirty skirts, lingering

with the scent

of untested body sprays.

Virginal notebooks,

inviting the marks of

inky, black doodles

and scrawled notes.

Freshly painted halls lining

a linoleum highway,

radiating with the pungent scent

of industrial polish.

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SURVIVOR

By

© by Andria Warmflash Rosenbaum

She gathers strength like tiny field flowers

though medication

radiation

burns as if she's locked in the furnace

beside Abraham.

She holds laughter like blooming bouquets

inhales hope

filling her lungs with little joys.

Battles transform

into badges of courage.

Gathering grins,

she pins them

like a diamond ( Read more... )

TIDE POOLS

(c) 2010 by Andria Warmflash Rosenbaum

Like giants

we tip-toe

between the tide pools,

hunting

tumbled treasures,

in watery islands

stranded

between sand and sea.

We spy

silver slivers

of fish flashing by

as if they could fly,

stay still

watching crabby crews

share the news,

of a wet, wet

world--

curled shells

carried

on their backs

their only

concession ( Read more... )