I must keep myself away from her

 

I must keep myself away from her, to protect both of us from gossip. In secret I send word to Bathsheba, to let her know that I intend to take care of her. I want to do the right thing, one way or another—even though I have no idea, at first, what that may mean. What action should I take? Should I reunite her with her husband, or else take him out of the way, somehow, and make an honest woman out of her? 

Utterly baffled I close my eyes. I try not to think about the forbidden woman, not to imagine her nude—but my mind works against me. 

There she is, sitting in her bedroom, crossing one leg over another at the edge of the bed. By her side, over the richly embroidered, velvety blankets, lays her robe. It is damp and crumpled, because in my mind she has just come out of the bath. From somewhere above soft, golden light is washing over her, letting her flesh glow against the darkness. Light glances off a teardrop earring that is hanging from her earlobe.

I pay no attention to the maid, who is kneeling there before her, because she is barely seen, sunk in the shadows of my vision. Instead I focus on imagining Bathsheba. I paint her face turned from me, in profile. She is holding back a tear as my note rustles in her hand, with the whisper of my word of honor. 

By the look in her eye, she senses that which I have not yet begun to consider. With profound sadness, she can already foresee the calamity, which my promise would cause for her, and for her husband, Uriah. In my mind Bathsheba is already grieving—and yet, she seems to accept her fate, the way I would dictate it.

I wipe my eyes, to make her disappear. My confusion starts to border on a sense of panic. 

I find myself feeling guilty one moment, and the next moment blaming everything on my trusty soldier, Uriah. I hate him, I mean, I love him, I do—but as a doting husband, he should have been more careful. 

He should have kept her out of sight, so her beauty would not tempt me. If you think this is a harsh thing to say I agree with you—but then, consider this: by the law of the land I am above the law.

A Peek at Bathsheba

Paperback ★ Hardcover 

Audiobook

★★★★★ ”This captivating and commendable work had me immersed from the beginning... The author shows exceptional ability when it comes to storytelling.“

Paper daffodils

 Just created daffodils out of crepe paper. Feels like spring...

A Captivating and Profound Story of Love, Identity, and Complexity

 Beautifully written review by Gabby for my Women's Fiction book My Own Voice:

Gabby

5.0 out of 5 stars A Captivating and Profound Story of Love, Identity, and Complexity

Reviewed in the United States on March 16, 2025

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Uvi Poznansky’s My Own Voice is an absolute masterpiece—a compelling and deeply relatable exploration of love, identity, and human connection. I was drawn into Anita’s world, feeling every ounce of her struggle, passion, and longing as she navigates the complexities of her relationship with Lenny and his estranged son, Ben.
What makes this novel truly stand out is its brilliantly developed characters. Anita, with her raw and unfiltered voice, feels incredibly real—flawed yet deeply compelling. Lenny’s internal conflict and Ben’s emotional turmoil add rich layers to this intricate story. Poznansky masterfully peels back their emotions, making the reader feel like an intimate observer of their lives.
The writing style is refreshing and uniquely immersive, effortlessly shifting between different perspectives, each with a distinct and authentic voice. The contrast between Anita’s unpolished, slang-filled speech and Ben’s eloquence adds a dynamic depth to the storytelling, making it all the more impactful.
For those experiencing the audiobook version, the narration perfectly matches the tone and emotions of the story. The voice acting brings Anita’s personality to life, making her struggles and desires even more tangible. The audiobook is not just a listening experience—it’s an emotional journey.
Overall, My Own Voice is a beautifully written, thought-provoking novel that lingers in your mind long after the last page. Uvi Poznansky’s storytelling is both poetic and raw, capturing the fragility and resilience of human emotions with breathtaking precision. A highly recommended read!

I lie flat by his side, panting, under a shower of sparks.

 

The blaze consuming the Tesla with a hungry roar is so bright, so utterly spectacular that I stare at it, mesmerized. I forget to run away. Michael grabs hold of Browny and pulls both of us into a ditch. I lie flat by his side, panting, under a shower of sparks. Debris rains from the sky, landing all around.

Opposite us, the four men in camouflage don’t seem to notice our presence. At first, I fear they’ll set fire to my Escape as well, just for grins. To my surprise, they simply ignore it—all but one. He glances at it, then waves a hand in dismissal as if to say, Forget it. Not my job. Turning their backs to the clunker, they pat each other’s shoulders, a camaraderie of evil celebrated at our expense. 

The leader of the pack gives a thumbs-up as the other three climb into the unidentified van. He lowers the driver side window, takes the wheel and, while making a U-turn, smiles broadly at his handiwork, the burning thing that used to be a Tesla. The tires have begun to melt, smoldering on one side. Black, acrid smoke is beginning to reach us. Soon, it’ll be hard to breathe. 

As the van passes by the ditch, the man says something to the other three—it sounds, oh, I don’t know, like Voola?—and they burst into loud, rolling laughter. Which is a good thing, because it covers up my dry croak. 

Have they noticed it? 

My teeth are chattering uncontrollably. The sound is maddening to me. Have they caught it? Will they come back for us?

No. The van rambles down the road and turns around the bend. A moment later, it’s gone. 

Are we safe?

I raise my head. The flames soar overhead, licking higher and higher into the night sky. Billowing smoke starts to thicken around us. It drifts over the trees and across the road, creating an intermittent view of the mountains. The wind picks up and feeds the fire. 

Blowing in my face is a wave of heat. In spite of it, I shiver. “W—why—what was that all about?”

Michael rises to his feet and gives me a hand. His chin is set, his face—pale. “That,” he says, darkly, “was a warning.”

Overdue

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Her bullet grazed his head, but the leader of a Russian crime organization is still breathing. One way for Vlad to avoid paying the price for his crimes is to play dead; another is to play dying. For Ash, this is not a game. She must learn his secrets. Only one problem: because of the raging pandemic, she must put her plan on hold.

Vlad slips away from the hospital in a body bag, then develops a brazen fraud scheme that will bilk health insurance companies out of millions of dollars. If not caught in time, he will drive victims to suicide, rob Ash of her identity, and slit her throat.

Will Ash manage to stay one step ahead of him and at the same time, protect her loved ones from contagion?

My Poppyseed flower art

 

 

Above are images of the progress of the paper 'boat' I created to hold my flowers -- first designed using white paper, then painted to give the impression of wood.

Below is the complete arrangement, with poppyseed flowers made of crepe paper.

 

Review: BRILLIANTLY TOLD STORY

LISTENER

M. M. Bishop

• Rise to Power
• By: Uvi Poznansky
• Narrated by: Virtual Voice

 BRILLIANTLY TOLD STORY 

Overall  

    

5 out of 5 stars

Performance  

    

4 out of 5 stars

Story  

    

5 out of 5 stars

Reviewed: 03-07-25

Ms. Poznansky’s novel Rise to Power, swept me into David’s battle from a shepherd boy more interested in adventure, music, & performing, into a battle hardened man. When he played at the palace of King Saul, he was both loved and hated by the King, for in him, Saul saw himself as a young man, & knew his own frailty. David could sense both the love and the hate in Saul, and yet, found he yearned for glory.

It is a story of battle, madness, glory, and mastery over self.

It is David’s story, yet, more, it is the story of each of those who ache for dreams to come true, and sense the changes to come as they age. Ms. Poznansky has taken an old story, lifted it into a new realm of an honesty and understanding of human fragility. I loved the flow of her words, and the way they drew me into the story deeper and deeper. Sometimes I was living in David’s thoughts, and sometimes watching him as he went from a boy full of gaiety to a hardened man, but one that still had some compassion in him.

As a lover of history, the use of more modern language to tell the story, was fitting, for each generation does tell a story in the language of the times. I loved this novel, and how the characters drew me into their lives, and took on very real human characteristics. As the story unfolded one could see and feel it as if you were living in the days when the twelve tribes were scattered, and fought each other for supremacy, and the Philistines waited in the wings to ravage them.

It is a vividly written novel, that will stay with me for a long time, and I will look back to see my how my younger self, created the woman I am today, as David and Saul did. Did they like what they saw or was the glory not enough?

A brilliantly told story.