“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.” ~ William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

life doesn’t frighten me..

Rest in Peace Dr. Angelou, you will be greatly missed but never forgotten..

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Mean old Mother Goose Lions on the loose
They don’t frighten me at all
Dragons breathing flame On my counterpane
That doesn’t frighten me at all.
I go boo Make them shoo
I make fun Way they run
I won’t cry So they fly
I just smile They go wild..
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Tough guys fight All alone at night
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Panthers in the park Strangers in the dark
No, they don’t frighten me at all.
That new classroom where Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls With their hair in curls)
They don’t frighten me at all.
Don’t show me frogs and snakes And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all It’s only in my dreams.
I’ve got a magic charm That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor And never have to breathe.
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
– Maya Angelou

a dream within a dream

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“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

(IMAGE by al magnus)

“Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe

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(IMAGE: The Dark Half Hossein Zare)

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then — in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
– Edgar Allan Poe, 1829

Jera’s Jamboree : The Evans Trilogy ~ guest Jennifer Collin

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JJ is welcoming Jennifer Collin today.

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Jennifer Collin is an independent author based in Brisbane, the capital city of Queensland, the Sunshine State of Australia. She squeezes novel writing in around her day job, looking after her two daughters and hanging out with her husband. Her books include Set Me Free and Open My Eyes, Books 1 and 2 of the Evans Trilogy. She is currently working on the third book in the series, and hopes to release it in early 2015.

You can connect with Jennifer on Twitter https://twitter.com/CollinJennifer, Facebook https://www.facebook.com/JenniferCollinAuthorPage?ref=hl, Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7105090.Jennifer_Collin or Pinterest http://www.pinterest.com/jycolli/. You can also find out more by following her blog http://jennifercollin.blogspot.com.au/ and visiting her website http://www.jennifercollin.com/.


Thanks for having me in at Jera’s Jamboree, Shaz! I’m so looking forward to my tour with Fiction Addiction to promote my second book baby, Open My Eyes.

Open My Eyes

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Flappers: Six Women of a Dangerous Generation by Judith Mackrell



By the 1920s, women were on the verge of something huge. Jazz, racy fashions, eyebrowraising new attitudes about art and sex—all of this pointed to a sleek, modern world, one that could shake off the grimness of the Great War and stride into the future in one deft, stylized gesture. The women who defined this age—Josephine Baker, Tallulah Bankhead, Diana Cooper, Nancy Cunard, Zelda Fitzgerald, and Tamara de Lempicka—would presage the sexual revolution by nearly half a century and would shape the role of women for generations to come.

In Flappers, the acclaimed biographer Judith Mackrell renders these women with all the color that marked their lives and their era. Both sensuous and sympathetic, her admiring biography lays bare the private lives of her heroines, filling in the bold contours. These women came from vastly different backgrounds, but all ended up passing through Paris, the mecca of the avant-garde. Before she was the toast of Parisian society, Josephine Baker was a poor black girl from the slums of Saint Louis. Tamara de Lempicka fled the Russian Revolution only to struggle to scrape together a life for herself and her family. A committed painter, her portraits were indicative of the age’s art deco sensibility and sexual daring. The Brits in the group—Nancy Cunard and Diana Cooper— came from pinkie-raising aristocratic families but soon descended into the salacious delights of the vanguard. Tallulah Bankhead and Zelda Fitzgerald were two Alabama girls driven across the Atlantic by a thirst for adventure and artistic validation.

But beneath the flamboyance and excess of the 1920s lay age-old prejudices about gender, race, and sexuality. These flappers weren’t just dancing and carousing; they were fighting for recognition and dignity in a male-dominated world. They were more than mere lovers or muses to the modernist masters—in their pursuit of fame and intense experience, we see a generation of women taking bold steps toward something burgeoning, undefined, maybe dangerous: a New Woman.

Flappers by Judith Mackrell 

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“dream your dream… then, wake up and bring it to life!” -Steve Maraboli

(Image by Pini Hamou)

Project Hollywood by KANNAGI KHANNA

Taken in Gulbhaitekra, a slum area in the city of Ahmedabad. Gulbhaitekra is also referred to as Hollywood because it is rumoured that the women from that area posses beauty and glamour that is much like that of the Hollywood stars.

The aim of the project is to use photography to bridge the gap between two groups that are geographically, socio-economically and culturally so far removed from each other.

For more, see www.kannagikhanna.com





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