Book No. 1 in Paperback
Book No. 2 on Kindle
Book Reviews & Blurbs
“J Guenther cleverly combines a plot of adventure on an imaginary sailboat with a shrewd eye on teen-age angst.
In the SILVER DREAM, Sharon and David ride the waves ... to adventures where dreams are created and realized. On their journey, the two are tossed from grief to sweetness, from fear to solace and safety.
Guenther is on the mark, using the main characters as narrators, unfolding parallel stories between past and present, dream and reality. SAIL AWAY ON MY SILVER DREAM is a captivating page-turner, with a winning cast of characters.
David and Sharon seem so real that readers might feel they've already met them. We feel their disappointment and hopes, and we join them wholeheartedly...” N. Decker
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Tag Archives: poetry
Back in my poetry writing days, long ago, I published several little spiral-bound chapbooks. When I had written enough poems for a larger work, I hand made about twenty perfect- bound books. I printed out a master with the poems … Continue reading
Over the years, I’ve received many Christmas letters containing an enclosed poem, most often a lame parody of “A Visit From St. Nicholas.” The meter is faulty, the rhymes wretched. One year, quite a while back, I was inspired by … Continue reading
Jodie, over at Words Read and Written, posed the question today, “Which book has been on your shelves the longest? Which book has survived all your clean outs, trips to the second hand bookstore, book swaps, and garage sales?” This … Continue reading
Paula, on the coop blog, 8GreatStorytellers, posted this poem a while back: BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER Sparrows with sparrows, Crows with crows, Starlings with starlings. That’s how it goes. Inspired by this Nashian observation, I perpetrated this reply: … Continue reading
A Rose on the Beach Upon the beach I found a lonely rose, So perfect and unblemished in repose, Its petals wet with dew from yesternight. Forgotten in a moment of delight? Or thrown away in anger and despair? … Continue reading
Heffalumps: The great, thundering, two-ton beasts crested the hill beside where we played. They trumpeted, roared, and hissed, passing noxious gases as they ran, by ones or twos, in packs, some grey, some white, some brown. “Heffalump! Heffalump!” we cried … Continue reading
I found today, full buried in the grass in my back yard, a baseball: weathered, grey, and cracked with age, and yet alive in spirit, holding someone’s memories intact through years of hiding dormant in the grass. Nostalgia’s rusty grip … Continue reading
Twenty Syllable Translations The extra budget in a twenty syllable haiku accommodates the wordiness of English, and the rhyme compensates, somewhat, for the lost Japanese poetic elements of the original. Some examples: The scene is almost set for Spring to … Continue reading
Haiku as a purely Japanese form Within certain limitations and with some effort, almost anybody can write haiku. But the result, in my opinion, is not really haiku unless done in Japanese by someone at least moderately fluent in that … Continue reading