Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Gondwana Press announces publication of Prairie Sunset - of Love and Magic as a paperback original



- popular ebook by Louisiana author Eric Wilder is now available as a paperback original -

Edmond, Oklahoma (USA)

During a late spring snowstorm in a sleepy Tulsa suburb, an old man runs away from his abusive son and meets a woman, perhaps by magic. But there are unanswered questions. How old is too old to fall in love? Take the journey with John and Attie and discover the answer.

Readers at Amazon and B & N are saying: "Couldn't put it down." "Didn't want the story to end." "A real page turner." "I felt bathed in sunshine as I read it." "Truly a special and magical story." "I still have tears in my eyes."

Written by Eric Wilder, author of Big Easy, Ghost of a Chance, and A Gathering of Diamonds. ISBN: 978-0-9791-1654-4, retails for $18.95. Available across the web.

Gondwana Press, Edmond, Oklahoma, is a regional publisher of ebooks and paperback originals.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Lyrics to Windmills of Your Mind

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Beautiful!

Saturday, November 05, 2011

Earthquake in Edmond, Oklahoma - the big one

As I watched the wrap-up of LSU-Alabama, and Oklahoma State-Kansas State, my house began to shake. It continued for twenty to thirty seconds. Born in Louisiana, I've never experienced an earthquake. Wow!
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