Posts by author: Frank Zajaczkowski

Big! Really Big! No, bigger than that! We took a long drive today from Sydney to Byron Bay and saw first hand how nature can be turned into civilization. I felt as if I were witnessing the ancient pyramids being built, each giant boulder being laid in place by thousands of slaves under the burning […]

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First, I want to say it’s a jolly good thing taking a photograph doesn’t drain the subject of its color, shape, or life as native peoples once thought. If so, this world would be an empty canvass with the advent of smart phones taking pictures at an extraordinary rate. All that color, movement, shadow, and […]

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Traveling again and for a long time, I feel the need to keep my blog going, but that takes time, and thought. All seems compressed while sight-seeing, eating, walking, eating, driving, eating, sight-seeing, eating, eating, eating. Oh, yeah, and drinking. Soon the pants don’t fit and the words won’t come. So, brevity seems the best […]

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Speak, Damn You!

February 9, 2019 by

I’ve been to Rome a number of times in my life, most recently in 2016. If possible, I like to visit the Basilica di San Pietro in Vincoli, where Michelangelo’s statue of Moses is located. The statue is phenomenal, of course, but there’s a particular reason for my fascination. If you look very carefully at […]

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What is a metaphor? It’s a “this” for a “that.” My love is a “this.” A rose is a “that.” My love is a rose. So, there are two parts to a metaphor. The “this” part is called the tenor. The “that” part is called the vehicle. Or is it the other way round? Metaphors […]

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I’ll make this a short post. I mean, who wants to read too much bitching from a Indie Writer? But damn, I’m pissed. As I’ve mentioned rather obnoxiously in the past, reader reviews are critical to a book launch of any kind, traditionally published or Indie published. For indie books it’s super hard to get […]

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Where does the title of a book come from? Seems a simple enough question, right? From anywhere and everywhere is the answer. In the case of my new novel, A Family Garden, my title started with Jackson Browne and ended with Joni Mitchell. Here’s how. If I were back in my English Professor days, I’d […]

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For so long now, 50 years long, my writing has been at my side. Not always trusted nor always wanted, but always there nevertheless. It was the corner I ran to, the place to hide. Also the window to open, the place to breathe. And here it is again with my new novel, A Family […]

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As if from a deep slumber I have awakened to the ordinary world. I say “ordinary” because my sleep was anything but ordinary. Instead, it was filled with intense dreams…dreams of love betrayed and love pursued, dreams of families cascading into tragedy and families coming together, of hopes forsaken and of hopes risked again. Four […]

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I’ve been thinking about distances lately. And proximities. The distance from and the proximity to. I’ve been thinking not of the nearness and distance in my relationships with certain people (That’s a novel, not a blog!), but rather about the distances we create from the external functions of our life and how such distances erode […]

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