Good News from Pakistan by Karim Khan
Follow this link to read good news from Pakistan: written by Karim Khan, Peshawar, Pakistan. Peaceful Ashora in Hangu Fills the Air with Hope
Follow this link to read good news from Pakistan: written by Karim Khan, Peshawar, Pakistan. Peaceful Ashora in Hangu Fills the Air with Hope
Annemieke Marie Farrow, Master of the Portable Portfolio Today at 9 p.m. CST (my time!) for 60 minutes check out: The Singing Office Animal Shelter vs. School Bus Drivers Joey Fatone (N’SYNC) and Mel B. (Spice Girls) are on a fun mission to discover hidden talent in workplaces across America. Mel B. is searching at…
Just like one’s immediate social surroundings, being part of an online community required mutuality of interest, a certain desirable decorum, and above all, the will to engage in meaningful, very often a reassuring, and dialogue – whether in form of direct person-to-person communication or comments on blog posts. It was living in a world of…
Recently I sent one of my father’s carvings to Eden Maxwell–a blogging buddy who lives in New Mexico. Eden is not only a committed writer, but a writer with profound insight into the creative process. Eden posted “Carving Time” on his blog to acknowledge my father’s critter “I.M.A. Fox”–otherwise known as “Mr. Fox.” There’s a…
Ernest Dempsey and I met in 2007 when he reviewed my book “Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary” on TCM Reviews–Tami Brady’s review site. Since then we’ve become writing friends across the waves. On Riehlife I’ve often referred to him as “Our Man in Pakistan.” Have some fun reviewing the Riehlife archives that feature Ernest Dempsey’s wit…
Ernest Dempsey has located yet another online resource for poets. It’s The Poets Speak where your poem is printed and also heard in your voice through streaming audio. “Blase” is from his second poetry book Two Candles. If you would like to get your audio poem posted, contact The Poets Speak editor.
“They welcomed me by letting me know that they hadn’t let me go. I was remembered. As far as they were concerned, no matter how far I roamed or what we’d had to do to survive, I was still in the story with them, and had never actually left the village.” Martín Prechtel Artist Writer…