About
Hmm, let's see a thumbnail sketch. I am a paranormal author, a poet, an admirer of Pre-Raphaelite paintings, a closet reader of Tarot cards, a wearer of amber jewelry, and someone who even now likes to unravel a good mystery. How about you?
Movies
Rebecca, Death on the Nile, Murder on the Orient Express, Walk the Line, Gone with the Wind, Harry Potter, Star Wars
Books
A Course in Miracles, Testimony of Two Men, The DaVinchi Code, Jane Eyre, Wide Sargasso Sea, Wuthering Heights, Harry Potter, Agatha Christie
Television
American Idol, Friends reruns, Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns, ER
SeptemberSep 3 Thursday Thu 09
EvelynKlebert.com ∞
Drop by my website for all the latest news on my books and other projects. :-)
AugustAug 29 Saturday Sat 09
The Left Palm ∞
If you want to take a walk on the spooky side check out the new page I’ve added to my Evelyn Klebert website entitled "The Left Palm." The page is a tell-all, packed with little nuances of information about all the stories in my new book, The Left Palm. Hope you enjoy,
Evelyn Klebert
The Left Palm : published August 2009 available at Amazon and Cornerstone Book Publisher's
JuneJun 25 Thursday Thu 09
Who Was I Once?
I looked within a mirror
to remember who I am.
The image, unfamiliar, a stranger staring back.
“Who was I once?” I whispered,
in that distant moment,
so far away.
another person so different from
the one I see today.
I reminded her about her dreams
and the fears that caused them all to fall.
I asked what ever happened
to that girl I used to know.
I remembered then so many others
who told me exactly how I should be,
and for awhile I walked unsteadily
in all their crooked shoes.
I reminded that self who now stared back
how I chose to step away
and how those ancient fears faded in a cleaner brighter air.
Again I inspected the image that regarded me perhaps with amusement,
not exactly what I had expected.
But indeed a woman well tried, well challenged,
who’d learned by the hardest along a rocky path.
No, not the girl I used to be,
but what a sad tragedy it would have been
if I hadn’t ever moved beyond her.
JulyJul 7 Monday Mon 08
A Shallow Reflection
I prepare for attack,
arm myself for my nemesis,
readied for a long prepared-for battle,
guarded to the hilt
to extremes.
Readied for the person who bears the brunt of my grievances,
who carries the burden, the responsibility for my ills.
Readied for attack,
But then
you're here,
not as I've imagined,
not as I've armed against,
but beaten down and humbled by life,
eyes tired,
lined face,
sad from the heaviness of all the burdens
yours and mine.
But where did my nemesis go?
The one I have prepared for,
and armed against?
For my creation has dissipated as quickly,
as a reflection in shallow water,
rippling apart with a gentle breeze.
JuneJun 23 Monday Mon 08
Old Clothes
I wrestled with the past today,
like an old coat that didn't fit.
It scratched and rubbed my skin raw,
with tearing and untidy threads.
The garment had all but lost its shape,
simply an irritating echo of what once was.
The tangled threads no longer making sense,
only still around to remind me of old pain.
I wrestled with my past today,
then in a moment
I tossed it all away.
JuneJun 15 Sunday Sun 08
Little Gifts
Surprises and unexpected moments,
when you are sure all is predictable.
When the hours ahead and days stretch forward with no anticipation,
a sudden unforeseen meeting.
An uncharted bend in the road
that gives just everything a new complexion.
A seed sown where ground was believed to be infertile and barren.
Truly the mystery of life,
that place where hope springs up
exactly where it was thought to be impossible.
JuneJun 1 Sunday Sun 08
Always Halloween
Hello,
Wishing everyone a great summer on this first day of June. I wanted to mention a few updates on my website at evelynklebert.com. I've added a new page called Always Halloween for those who need a touch of the spooky in summertime. There I post old Halloween stories as well as spooky images like a new slide show I've created from shots I took at famous New Orleans cemeteries. The link for the website is on my home page. Hope you'll drop by. :-)
MayMay 29 Thursday Thu 08
An Unwanted Companion
He is dressed in his finery,
a welcome consort.
One who will spin you adroitly
in twists and unexpected turns on the dance floor.
He will listen to your grievances,
be a constant companion if you so desire.
Fanning the flames of resentment, anger,
even blind and insane hatred if you wish to travel so far.
But if in a moment one can obtain distance,
and notice that the path traveled
with this stalwart companion makes no progress,
but wraps itself round in a deceptive circle.
Old ground disguised as new, is retread,
old grievances unhealed, and inflamed to infection.
He is a grand one, a compelling companion,
dressed in his finery disguised to please,
who keeps you a well fed prisoner,
well fed with poisons that will only fester.
Poisons and wasted energy that would be
better spent in traveling with purpose,
with progress,
beyond this particular horizon.
MayMay 8 Thursday Thu 08
For Mom
It's really hard to see,
through an infant's eyes,
the world around seems so confined.
But there are hands there to keep you safe,
a voice and arms
that teach this new world is truly filled
with kindness and love.
It's really hard to remember,
as the rush of living wants to sweep you along,
remember that somewhere there is an anchor,
a soul who continually gives more than it ever asks,
who takes joy and pride
in every step forward,
and comforts
through every fall.
It's easy to forget,
when your own life's dramas take center stage,
that there is always someone there,
watching, praying, hoping,
in your corner always.
Someone who doesn't seek anything,
but always celebrates your triumphs,
someone who always sees you as a a blessing,
someone who truly is your blessing.
MayMay 7 Wednesday Wed 08
Angels
A hush follows in their wake,
a rustle of wings,
a glimpse of light.
Perhaps it's a trick of the mind,
perhaps a wish imagined.
Perhaps we walk alone,
in silence,
in hollow silence,
and perhaps the gentle voices,
and whispers that cover us, surround, and bolster us
aren't there at all.
Aren't there to catch us when we stumble,
to inspire when we're empty.
Perhaps they aren't there,
but then again. . .
MayMay 2 Friday Fri 08
