Debra Zannelli Author

I wrote this poem after rocking my baby to sleep.

Line by Line

Sleeping curled upon my lap, 

while rocking to and fro,

is my one and only child of flesh,

born not many years ago.

He is not my first born,

for deep within me lives,

all that are my hopes and dreams,

the words I long to give.

I’ve written down all that makes me, me.

What I’ve seen, wished for, my every goal,

the words I have written,

are the children of my soul.

I love words, sung, written, spoken,

their passion and their power.

Mankind could never have come so far, 

for it is words which makes man tower.

Above all creatures, mankind towers,

in his ability to leave a trace,

of what he’s learned, where he’s been,

that time cannot erase.

I live for my children,

my son and my words too.

I want them to live on,

and be proud of what they do.

In silence I pray,

for the skill, and for the time.

Time to write my thoughts, my hopes,

to live out my life, line by line.

Debra Zannelli  8/96

If you’ve read anything by me, you know I love dogs. A hot summer day and the ice cream truck was coming. We had money for ice cream this time. I was running up the road to catch him before he turned the corner. Chipper, my dog was right behind me.  The truck slowed, a leg kicked out and Chipper fell to the ground. The leg came out of the truck again, slow enough for me to catch.

“He bit me.”

It was a lie. Chipper was behind me. 

“Did it feel like this.” Before I let go of his leg I bit him.  Not hard enough to get through his sock but strong enough to put fuzzies in my mouth.

I figured we’d never get ice cream again, but a couple of weeks later the truck came with a new driver. I turned to see my mother smiling, Chipper licking her cheek. 

I love to dance, though it is harder on a moving boat.

My recovery took six months. During that time, unable to work, do anything around the house-not such a big deal- only chew soft foods, at least I could have ice cream, and take care of my son-the worst thing-I had a lot of time to think about me. Who was I and who had I wanted to be. That’s when I wrote Dark Night Of The Soul. Luckily I got better. I went back to being a mother, a wife and the checking account manager at Chelsea Groton Savings Bank. I didn’t publish the book until I once again had free time. That’s called retirement. Now the book is available everywhere as a hardcover, paperback, ebook and audio book. Tonight at midnight the third episode will be played as a podcast and as of tomorrow morning it, and the episodes you might have missed, can be listened to at your convenience.

Some monsters walk in the night, others live inside you.

It’s time to look for my podcast. Here’s the logo,

and here’s the schedule.

The Podcast is coming. Dark Night of The Soul. Do you know what’s waiting in the dark. Marcus does. Listen to the podcast of Dark Night Of The Soul, so you can find out.

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Had a great weekend. The book sales were good, but better yet was making new friends, seeing old friends and meeting many of the people attending the con.

What better example can you get of both Darkness and Light.

I think you can tell that I was having fun. And don’t forget to come to the ARIA fundraiser. It will be an event that gives us good food, great company and lots of laughs. I hope to see you there. All you have to do is click on the QR code for tickets.