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Having to go over completed projects is very demoralising .  I’m a work in progress, but it will  be all good in the end. I don’t believe in coincidences anymore and so I try to humble myself and learn from every situation. After encountering  many setbacks and opposition in my lifetime, I’m very grateful  for the lessons in resiliency and patience.

Forward momentum has arrived in 2013, and I’m working on some new projects. I can’t wait to share them with you, I do apologise for being away from you on WordPress. As I build,I’ve come across many walls, in the form of spiritual battles, but God is faithful. I tell people, attitude and knowledge is everything, as we go through life’s trials and testings. We fall down but we get up by the grace of God. Blessings,and happy Thursday everyone!

This picture is of the Credit River, in Weston Lions Park in Toronto. One of our favorite jaunts, when my kids and I, lived in the Weston Village area.



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We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time

The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,

English: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, circa 1850.

English: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, circa 1850. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When nearer seen, and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.

The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions to the skies,
Are crossed by pathways, that appear
As we to higher levels rise.

The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.

    By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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Hi Everyone,

Sonnets in Waking MomentsHope you are doing well,  a bit chilly outside today in New York City but I’m not complaining. A very busy time in my life right now, I relish it.You know sometimes we get bored and we yearn for change.
Movement is always a good thing,don’t under-estimate it’s importance  in your life.It is helping you birth your best creative energy.

You can now read a preview of my new book Sonnets in waking Moments on the Xlibris Website.

http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-0113210049/Sonnets-in-Waking-Moments.aspx – Paper Back

http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-0113210050/Sonnets-in-Waking-Moments.aspx  – Hard Back

Would love to know your thoughts on my new novel!

Sincerely Joszann


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Beautiful and haunting melody!

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My new book is here.

http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-0113210049/Sonnets-in-Waking-Moments.aspx – Paper Back

http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Products/SKU-0113210050/Sonnets-in-Waking-Moments.aspx  – Hard Back

 Sonnets in Waking Moments

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She gathers the pieces of a discarded letter

Crushing them in her small hands

An almost burnt-down lit candle on a candle ho...

Up since midnight/

A coherent sentence – evades her

She wants to end it.

Yesterday in the dell/ she happened upon them

Drawn by the sweet tinkling laughter of a woman/in love

It was their own secret place/no one else should have been there

How could he?

Two timing/Matthew Horner

She looks at his photograph hanging in the corner.

He has broken her heart

After promising that they would never part

She has loved and lost

Broken emotions/ and shattered trust

And the tears boil over

Here in her room she mourns

For that which she thought she had.


By Joszann St.John


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English: Cotton candy Ελληνικά: Μαλλί της γριάς

Homeless buildings cold and vacant dot the landscape of cityscapes

Competing for space/crowded out by the cotton candy existence of newer urban dwellings

Entombed history cries out to be delivered from the confines of yesteryear

Enjoyed and forgotten/ designs and structures of another era

Previous denizens have moved on/ some to other countries and many/ to other realms.

Cranes and demolition equipment will come to history’s rescue.

Raping and pillaging her stores.

She won’t be unearthed gently/ by loving gentle archeological arms

Instead It will be the sharp metal marauding teeth/ of violence tearing and gutting her insides

Laying her to rubble and waste/forgotten now/ flattened becoming a plain


Making way for the recently more expensive monstrosities

“Ahh…” sweet revenge in maybe 50 60 70 or 150 years

Alas the same/ the same.

By Joszann St. John


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