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Moonfall

Moonset oil painting

© Copyright Teresa Bernard

What if one night the moon fell from the sky

And like a giant ball

Rolled down your street

Lighting up the sleeping neighborhood and you,

Drawing you to the window,

So that you may catch a glimpse of her rolling away?   Read the rest of this entry »

Don’t You Want to Meet My Mother?

Mother Scolding Son

I don’t know about your mother, but mine is a shrew. With her delicate frame (164 centimeters, 45 kilograms) and tiny feet – she usually buys children shoes because the smallest adult size is too big for her – she is an innocent sight, but don’t let appearances deceive you: when she opens her mouth to scold her son, all the windows in the neighborhood close and people put on earplugs.

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Pepi Meets Maxi

Vincent Mars:

You must meet this puppy…

Originally posted on Alarna Rose Gray:

Open your heart, I’ll make you love me…

(Today, I’m handing it over to Pepi – he’s got something to say!)

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Hey there beautifuls!

You’ve heard the real story. But fiction is so much better.

Grab a copy of my new books, Pepi Meets Maxi and Pepi Moves House :

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FREE just for YOU until midnight Monday, 14 July (Pacific Standard Time).

But wait, there’s more!

When you leave a comment and become a loyal blog follower (kisses if you are already), you’ll go in the draw to win one of five Hello Pepi key rings:

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There will also be free days coming up for my first three books, so if you don’t have a copy already:

Watch out and listen up!

Of course, if you like my story, I’ll love you to bits if you’d consider sharing it. Or writing a review.

It’s a big world out there for one small dog.

And lonely, too.

We have…

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Save the Polar Bear!

Polar Bear

The polar bear lives so far

From plastic bags, oil spills, and trash dumps

That you’d think he’s safe and sound,

Eating fish, taking icy baths,

Lying on his back with his paws up,

Enjoying the sun.

But alas, he is under threat:

Global warming, melting ice,

And the chemicals we throw away

Linger in the water,

And end up in the fish he eats

And then are stored in his fat.

Thus the polar bear grows sick and dies.

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So Close Together And Yet So Far Apart…

Painting of a bus

The other day I ended up in a crowded city bus,

Huddled with you between an elephantine lady and a pinguid man. Read the rest of this entry »

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