Just created daffodils out of crepe paper. Feels like spring...
Monday, March 24, 2025
Sunday, March 16, 2025
A Captivating and Profound Story of Love, Identity, and Complexity
Beautifully written review by Gabby for my Women's Fiction book My Own Voice:
Reviewed in the United States on March 16, 2025
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!
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!
Tuesday, March 11, 2025
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.”
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?
Sunday, March 9, 2025
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.
Friday, March 7, 2025
Review: BRILLIANTLY TOLD STORY
LISTENER
M. M. Bishop
- Rise to Power
- By: Uvi Poznansky
- Narrated by: Virtual Voice
BRILLIANTLY TOLD STORY
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Performance
Story
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.
Tuesday, March 4, 2025
Review: RIVETING, SPELLBINDING, & REALISTIC TALE
A thoughtful review, written by prolific author Marta Moran Bishop, for my historical fiction book (with a modern twist) The Edge of Revolt:
Reviewed in the United States on March 3, 2025
Ms. Polansky’s novel The Edge of Revolt, volume III of the David Chronicles, had me on the edge of my seat. It was riveting, as I followed an aging David through the rape of his beloved daughter by his son. Every emotion known to man, was included in this novel, and I sensed them all. Though a biblical tale told in modern language, it was as if I was walking in David’s mind, with all the hurt, grief, love, and lust that he felt, as he wallowed in not only his own emotions, and regrets, but those of those around him.
In The Edge of Revolt, we experience life as it probably was during the reign of King David and his many wives and children, his love and lust of Bathsheba. It is a work of art, using a fine pen to ferret out the passions of the characters, the grief David feels as one after another his sons betray him and each other. Will David lose his thrown in this revolt or will he keep it? This reader couldn’t put it down, it was that spellbinding. I also loved the fact that Poznansky took a story from ages past, and brought it to life using more modern language so that we could become immersed in the tale.
In The Edge of Revolt, we experience life as it probably was during the reign of King David and his many wives and children, his love and lust of Bathsheba. It is a work of art, using a fine pen to ferret out the passions of the characters, the grief David feels as one after another his sons betray him and each other. Will David lose his thrown in this revolt or will he keep it? This reader couldn’t put it down, it was that spellbinding. I also loved the fact that Poznansky took a story from ages past, and brought it to life using more modern language so that we could become immersed in the tale.
Saturday, February 22, 2025
Paper Vase with Paper Roses
Just finished creating this bouquet of roses and baby breath flowers, designed for my paper vase. As I was filming it, the poem came to me.
Paper vase with paper roses
And an empty space within
In my heart a ripple closes
Over all that should have been
Paper vase with paper roses
And the memory of a scent
On my lips a smile wrinkles
Every stem starts turning bent
Paper vase with paper roses
No thorns in this eternal bloom
Except my mind, for it composes
Petals decaying in the gloom
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