My book, Can We Still Love, is a deeply personal one. So every review -- and this one in particular -- touches my heart.
HOPE AMID DESPAIR
Reviewed in the United States on May 11, 2026
Tuesday, May 19, 2026
Monday, May 18, 2026
He decided not to think, not to think, not to think of that murder
After a sleepless night, Michael Morse decided not to think, not to think, not to think of that murder—even at the cost of finding himself unable to conceive any thoughts at all.
He pressed his thumb against the biometric reader that authenticated his identity, then turned the corner into the lobby, where he narrowly escaped hitting his nose—only to knock off his glasses. It was a minute or so before he found them. Restored to his vision, he noticed the newspaper on the secretary’s desk. At the bottom of the page was a headline that drew his attention. It said, Body Found in Laguna Beach.
A groan escaped from his throat. Even when he managed not to think, not to think, not to think about what had happened last night, it found a way to come back a different way to haunt him.
The secretary flipped over the newspaper, but not before he took in the opening sentences,
A body was found in Laguna Beach this morning. Reliable sources quote police as making progress on a number of clues. So far, no suspect has been named
Haunted by discovering the body of a beautiful dancer, Michael re-constructs her murder in a virtual reality model. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve it in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?
“I felt as though I was in Michael's work environment whenever he was using Virtual Reality. Whether he was displaying Laguna Beach or the Northrop Grumman B -21 Raiders flying overhead, I not only was there but I could feel my heart pounding and my pulse racing…"
~Serenity, HALL OF FAME, TOP 10 REVIEWER
Wednesday, May 6, 2026
Check it out: my book, Can We Still Love, is #1 new release!
Check it out: my book is #1 new release!
Poetry
In an era that is amazement and wonder on one hand, and destruction and hate on the other, and facing the threat of an even more horrific holocaust in our future, two poets present a piercing question: can we still love? And love means one another, human to human.
This book is the 'I believe' statement of the poet, author and artist Zeev Kachel, a man whose most closely-held values and aspirations have been put to the test in the course of WWI and WWII. It is also the 'I believe' statement of his daughter, USA Today bestselling author, poet and artist Uvi Poznansky, who compiled her own work alongside his, and translated his poems from Hebrew so they can become an inspiring force to you.
Saturday, May 2, 2026
Review (Can We Still Love): Gift to those you love
I'm so touched by this review and by the picture of my poetry book, Can We Still Love, resting on this reader's table beckoning her to open the cover. It's like a secret handshake, a touch between her heart and mine:
Gift to those you love
Reviewed in the United States on May 2, 2026
Sunday, April 26, 2026
Review (Can We Still Love): ‘Without you, the garden has no fragrance at night’ – Permutations of Love
Author of War Songs, Grady Harp describes himself as being ever on the alert for the new and promising geniuses of tomorrow. He is an artist representative, gallery owner, writer of essays and articles on figurative and all Representational art for museum catalogues and for traveling exhibitions, and an Amazon Hall of Fame Reviewer. I am honored that he has posted this five-star review for my poetry book, Can We Still Love:
‘Without you, the garden has no fragrance at night’ – Permutations of Love
Reviewed in the United States on April 26, 2026
Established author Uvi Poznansky wears a coat of many colors. Originally from Israel where she studied Architecture and Town Planning before moving to the US where she studied Computer Science and became an expert in Software Engineering, Poznansky managed to combine the design elements of two studies into unique formats. And she has accomplished the same with the other side of her brain - making visual her ideas (she is an accomplished painter, drawer, and sculptor who has enjoyed exhibitions both in Israel and in California (her present base) and making words in poetry and in short stories and children's books. Now she steps further onto the stage of creativity in translating her father Zeev Kachel’s insightful, responsive poetry about WW I and WW II, and the aftermath in Israel.
The book is divided into two parts – the initial section focuses on the poetry of Uvi, poems dating from the 1970s to the present and includes some of her short stories about love. Then the second part is the eloquent and very personal poetry of Zeev from the past century in remembering the World Wars, and addressing the theme of love in many remembered moments, including lighthearted passages such as ‘You grew old. Did I? Time etches wrinkles, like gravure.’
At book’s end a moment is shared: ‘In an era that is amazement and wonder on one hand, and destruction and hate on the other, and facing the threat of an even more horrific holocaust in our future, two poets present a piercing question: can we still love? And love means on another, human to human.’ The answer, after reading this collection, is ‘Yes!’ We all need this book, now. Highly recommended.
Tuesday, April 21, 2026
Hopscotch
They don’t even bother to sell us a cause
Such as, “This war is to end all future wars.”
Instead, they count on our indifference to blood
Spilled in faraway places of sand or of mud,
Indifference to suffering inflicted out there by bombs
By so-called smart munitions coming at moms
At teachers, at pupils, who knows their names,
They’re just targets in the crosshairs on screens of war games.
“Cast overwhelming violence on our enemies. God bless us. Amen!”
“A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again!”
Do we care enough to bear witness? Will we stop, will we watch
The spectacular, precision-guided hit, as AI doesn’t botch…
Raining death on schoolgirls playing hopscotch.
Such as, “This war is to end all future wars.”
Instead, they count on our indifference to blood
Spilled in faraway places of sand or of mud,
Indifference to suffering inflicted out there by bombs
By so-called smart munitions coming at moms
At teachers, at pupils, who knows their names,
They’re just targets in the crosshairs on screens of war games.
“Cast overwhelming violence on our enemies. God bless us. Amen!”
“A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again!”
Do we care enough to bear witness? Will we stop, will we watch
The spectacular, precision-guided hit, as AI doesn’t botch…
Raining death on schoolgirls playing hopscotch.
[2026 Uvi Poznansky]
Poetry
In an era that is amazement and wonder on one hand, and destruction and hate on the other, and facing the threat of an even more horrific holocaust in our future, two poets present a piercing question: can we still love? And love means one another, human to human.
This book is the 'I believe' statement of the poet, author and artist Zeev Kachel, a man whose most closely-held values and aspirations have been put to the test in the course of WWI and WWII. It is also the 'I believe' statement of his daughter, USA Today bestselling author, poet and artist Uvi Poznansky, who compiled her own work alongside his, and translated his poems from Hebrew so they can become an inspiring force to you.
Saturday, April 18, 2026
Review (Coma Confidential): Intriguing story!
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- Coma Confidential
- By: Uvi Poznansky
- Narrated by: Virtual Voice
Intriguing story!
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Reviewed: 12-18-24
Coma Confidential is an intriguing story told through a woman in a coma after she is beaten and raped. She uses her senses of hearing and smell to differentiate sounds and scents and what is happening around her.
This is book 1 in this series as this woman tries to come back to find the person who did this to her. There is non-stop action, danger and adventures that keep the reader glued until the end.
I enjoyed this story and have already read one other book in this series.
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