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A Woman Writers blog for all fiction writers
http://ladynyo.wordpress.com
My blog covers many topics: writing in general, belly dance, relationships, erotica, poetry and short stories. I post topical issues but mostly those that pertain to belly dance and writers. Some issues are Domination and submission, bdsm and other kinks. But no porn, please!
- Added on: Mar 5th, 2009
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Jane Kohut Bartels
- Listed in: Fiction Entertainment
- Tags: poetry erotica philosophy Spirituality writing fiction belly dance
Recent Posts
Steve Isaak reviews a review of “The Kite Runner”.
Steve Isaak is one of my favorite writers. I met him on ERWA a while ago, and though I can’t claim I understand all he writes, he’s a powerful and visionary writer. And he makes science fiction accessible and magical for one who has ...
Mystic Marriage
MYSTIC MARRIAGE Mino begs a gift of Poseidon and from the sea comes a white bull. Glorious Bull! With hooves of gold, eyes of fire and sweet of breath. Pasiphae, Mino’s wife besotted with the sight of him begs Mino to spare his sword and offers her...
Winter Comes Too Soon
This poem is still in rewrite, rethinking. Autumn/Winter usually throws me into poetry that reflects the monumental changes around us. But what I am finding out is it isn’t enough just to notice and write into poetry those external changes ...
“First Snow”
First Snow The morning brought a first snow, And with it wind from over the mountain. As I watched snow turn to ice, Invisible sleet hit the panes a drummin’. There was soon a crystal coat on tender branches— Invisible hands pulling to earth, Anc...
Poetry and Tanka
I am trying to gather in poems of the past year. I have sent “The Zar Tales” to be published with the generous labor of Bill Penrose. I now have time to consider what I love best: poetry. I am working on the next book, one that ...
Samhain, A Celtic Winter Song
Winter Tree, (annettebudd) Dark mysterious season, when the light doesn’t quite reach the ground, the trees shadow puppets moving against the gray of day. I think over the past year praying there has been a kindling in my soul, the heart o...
