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  • The Dream

    November 13, 2009

    •                                          After Chagall A man grips a woman by the shoulders On a bed in the open air, a courtyard With a wall no taller than their knees stopping No one from getting in or seeing them there In the middle of a town blue as the sky, An anxious overcast blue, both of them clothed, Both of them solemn and seated, ...
  • Read the first two chapters of Lucid for free!

    November 13, 2009

    • You can read the first two chapters of my mystery novel Lucid on Book Rix for Free! http://www.bookrix.com/showbooks.html?lang=en&showbooktitle=katherine-angela-yeboah-lucid-sample-chapters&pid=  Sloane Solomon is a beautiful, young college student who begins experimenting with a very intense type of dreaming known as ‘lucid dreaming’. At first, she really enjoys these dreams, ...
  • Lucid Receives a 4 Star Review!

    November 12, 2009

    • My novel, 'Lucid', received a great review and 4 out of 5 stars on the Manic Readers website! Manic Readers review:Sloane is a typical college student who spends her free time hanging out with her friends. Her best friend, Alex, and Alex's boyfriend, Silas, begin talking about dreams and their significance on one such occasion. Over the next few days, Sloane's dreams become more and more ...
  • Lucid is now available on Amazon Kindle for only $2.99!

    November 12, 2009

    • You can now read my creepy mystery novel, Lucid, on your Amazon Kindle Reader! To purchase a copy of Lucid Kindle Edition (readable on Kindle Reader, iPod touch and iPhone), please click here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B002SQKMAW Sloane Solomon is a beautiful, young college student who begins experimenting with a very intense type of dreaming known as ‘lucid dreaming’. At first, she ...
  • poem: I Am Not The Dream

    November 12, 2009

    •       I Am Not The DreamIn your reality, I have no pulse.  I heard you whisper.  Did you know I felt you whisper?  I heard you whisper my name, and you put it to a dream.See the swell of my warm lips, the fire of my father’s eyes, the sure lift of my mother’s chin?  Blood rushes here;the blood of a thousand generations of proud lives in me.And I begged you.  ...
  • Dreaming up Stronger Prose

    November 10, 2009

    • I dreamed I entered a room from the dark, and it was so bright I couldn't crack my eyes open against the light. The room was familiar but had been long neglected. I smelled dust and a similar odor I recognized but couldn't yet identify. I'd come there for some much needed rest, but I suspected rattlesnakes lurked. They were what I smelled with the dust. I listened for the soft scraping sounds ...
  • Stop dreaming

    October 29, 2009

    • Being a writer has been my dream since I can remember; the idea of spending my time in front of a cumputer or even a piece of paper makes me happy. Once I watched a tv movie where the girl used to write in a type writter, I bought a lap top because my dad didn't want me to spend money in something that it was not useful anymore, needless to say that it didn't feel the same some how, I wanted to ...
  • The Secret World of Creativity: Dare to Dream Big

    October 28, 2009

    • Fantasies of greatness, power, and specialness can propel us forward. These kinds of fantasies are the healthy foundation of our creativity, our selves, and our vitality. If it is difficult to entertain such dreams, think back to previous relationships and see if someone has deflated your dream by "being reasonable." For the "good of the child", many parents get anxious if ...
  • Robbed

    October 19, 2009

    • Drip...drip...drip...drip... Twenty months earlier “Only one month until your retirement!” I look at Allen and exclaim. The excitement in my voice is audible. Only two weeks left and I will be taking a break from my job and planning the trip we have dreamed of and talked about with each other for years...as soon as he retires. I am going to take a three month leave of absence from work and ...
  • Suffused

    October 17, 2009

    • The afternoon heat engulfed me, the sun seemed to be feeding on my eyes, I could feel its bite. I was reading and fell asleep.An arm almost strangled me and then I melted; the muscles bulged and relaxed by turns. I felt warm. I could see no face. There were city noises but the sight was calm. Greenery all around. Sat down on a low wall facing the hedges.Across the street was a car. People I ...