Earth Laughs In Flowers

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Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
Theodore Roethke

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Matsuo Basho

Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Andersen

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed. Desiderius Erasmus

Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach.
Bob Goddard

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Strawberries

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“Strawberries” by Edwin George Morgan. Right taste in the right moment…

There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you

let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates

100 Nightmares is here!!!

The Eclectic Eccentric

Hi everyone! This is probably one of the proudest moments of my life. 🙂 haha All the hard work has finally paid off and I managed to make an eBook, yay!! I would like to thank everyone who supported me from the very beginning and those who are here for me still. 🙂

100 Nightmares is here!!! And it’s available at Amazon.com, Lulu.com and Smashwords.

100 Nightmares by K.Z. Morano is a collection of 100 horror stories, each written in exactly 100 words, and accompanied by over 50 illustrations. Inside, you’ll find monsters—both imagined and real. There are vengeful specters, characters with impaired psyches, dark fairy tales and stories and illustrations inspired by bizarre creatures of Japanese folklore.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JVRJNG0

Don’t have a Kindle? Don’t let that stop you from reading 100 Nightmares! The full-color versions of the book are available at Lulu.com and Smashwords as a downloadable epub…

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Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time…

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I think birthday is probably one of the few days in a year when kind of “existential” thoughts cross mind. Since it is mine today (yet another time of turning 18), I decided to write them down. Even if only to be able to look back after a year and compare…

“Once upon a time” is the beginning, holding quite a lot of promises in it but, like I was recently told, we never know where it will bring us and what the end will be like. Similar to life itself – full of unexpected turns, the roads that lead to the places I never thought I might be at. Mountains that take my breath away, deserts to be tantalized by, oceans to touch even if only with toes. Time to laugh from the bottom of my heart and also the one for tears to find their own trajectories. A moment of heart racing a shooting star and intimacy reaching beyond imaginable. Intensity of fireworks and purity of a dew drop. Ability to balance on the knife blade and not to slip. Courage to fall if everything goes wrong (or right). And even more – to get up again. Searching and finding, and searching again. People whose presence is never taken for granted, things that are worth to be noticed – so many of them. And maybe that’ s where the beauty comes from – never losing hope to find… What? I don’ t know exactly, myself I guess. Even if it takes a lifetime. All the way to the happy end if there turns out to be one.

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year by year walking the line
older doesn’ t mean wiser

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees…

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Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water,
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I alone can contend against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Curl round me as though you were frightened.
Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
/Pablo Neruda/

K.Z Morano’s 100 NIGHTMARES ~ COVER REVEAL

Being a true admirer of K.Z.Morano’s stories for quite some time, I must say she does know how to surprise. Her fiction, written in a unique and exciting manner, is really something to be experienced. Goosebumps? Hair standing up on the back of the neck? It is all there…coming when expected the least.

And now – it is with great pleasure that I present to you K.Z. Morano’s Cover Reveal of 100 NIGHTMARES. Have some sleep while you still can – it will abandon you right after opening this book!

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100 NIGHTMARES – COVER REVEAL!

COMING THIS APRIL! — official date TBA

100 NIGHTMARES by K.Z. Morano is a collection of horror stories written in exactly 100 words and accompanied by a few illustrations.

It takes a brief encounter with death to cause enduring nightmares.
A single well-placed blow could maim you for life…
One well-placed word could haunt you forever.

Micro-fiction is a blade—sharp, swift…
Sometimes it goes for the jugular, killing you in seconds.
Its silver tongue touches your throat and warm blood hisses before you can scream.

Sometimes, the knife makes micro-cuts in the sensitive sheath of your sanity, creating wounds that will fester throughout eternity.

Take my 100 words daily like a slow-acting poison or read them all and die of overdose.
Your call.
It’s your suicide after all.

The Author
K.Z. Morano is an eclectic eccentric… a writer, a beach bum and a chocolate addict who writes anything from romance and erotica to horror, fantasy, sci-fi and bizarro fiction. Over the past few months, her stories have appeared in various anthologies, magazines and online venues. Visit her at http://theeclecticeccentricshopaholic.wordpress.com/ where she posts short fiction and photographs weekly.

For more updates on the story collection like K.Z.’s Facebook page www.facebook.com/100Nightmares.