Who knows what miracles might be wrought by the steam from a good cup of tea and the power of a foot-stomping song?
Hello Dear Readers,
Thank you for your interest in this story. It is now part of the novel titled Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World, which you can view by clicking on this link: http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewwork.asp?AuthorID=25279
I would also like to invite you enjoy the new UNCUT GOODIES Series taken from the same work.
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|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|enjoyed the read|
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|wow man this is it a wild,exciting trip into the world of rootworking
juke-joints and the power and faith of the All Mighty
enjoyed this very much
loved the title
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Wonderful story; very well presented! BRAVO!!
(Thank you for the review on my story; it is much appreciated! Do read some more of the letters series (or the journalings of ronee' le-anne reaux, johnny sandusky, or bill sandusky's journal) if you choose to; any reviews from you would be much appreciated! I am still honing my craft; I am always trying to improve in my skills as a writer. It is a neverending job.)
God bless you always, my friend!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|I've come, gone, and come to this excerpt several times. First a little bit introspective, I had to step back and then return with my literary spectacles on. My daughter, an English major at Rutgers, has also read it. Her comment: "It's strange. I really like it. It reminds me of the type of pieces they hand us in literary analysis." Hooray for you, brother. I think that means you're on your way to a classic. :-)
I wouldn't call it strange, but a piece that speaks to the extraordinary and spiritual within us, the heart that seeks to have greater faith. You have a quilt here, plump patches stitched together, a richly textured gift of comfort. Some squares are lush, royal tapestries, a vibrant mix of colors intricately woven, other pieces--the finest spun scarlet silk over plush down, and then there are the shocking, coarse, burlap spots where the reader must face repugnant pits of humanity, new life and death, hope and hopelessness sharing the same stench and shitty space.
What can remedy our pain and losses but a willingness to share intimately the truth from the marrow of our bones to holes in our souls (whether big holes or pinholes) finding the common thread that stitches wounds shut and draws in healing? And when will we get to that point when we can just go with the flow, go with the flow? As brother Jerry Bolton said, "a fantastic piece of literature."
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most outstanding and powerful offering!!
|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|My Gawd, Aberjhani! This is such an intense write! It says so much, it has such a strong message - and I was trying so hard to figure it out as I read along. And there it hit me! You said it in one of the paragraphs " ... I used to try to figure it out too, especially after my daughter got killed. Best I could tell is that God’s Universe is a whole lot bigger than anything can come out’a anybody’s mouth or be wrote down in anybody’s book. Only thing I need to know about you and your friend is what I know already––the Creator sent y’all here. Sent y’all to heal me and help me finish what I started when I took my grandbaby in. ..." Powerful message! God's Universe is indeed a whole lot bigger than anything. If we take time to watch His spiritbird flowers blossom and read its mysteries as the buds open up to reveal its secrets in between - we might get it.
A powerful write, with such a powerful message!
God bless, Aberjhani!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Never mind "Who knows what miracles might be wrought by the steam from a good cup of tea and the power of a foot-stomping song?," what Aberjhani has wrought by the magic of his intellect and soulfulness is nothing less than Voodooism words guar-on-teed to rip your thoughts asunder as you progress through this fantastic piece of literature. At once sounding like a bad acid trip, then metamorphose into an old-fashioned tent revival, only to push you into the abstractness of a trying to figure out a Picasso's cubism. This is absolutely a wild, wonderful ride well worth taking.|