Bøger af Rob Wright

Norman Goodman finds himself in a world on the precipice of either a grand New Age or an age of darkness. As prophecies unfold, his psyche is also in limbo as he journeys with unlikely companions on a magical trek of self-discovery and mystical awareness. Wondering if one can truly sell their soul, Norman braves his way through an existence of Heaven and Hell, hoping to find truth, love, and liberation in a world of illusion.

Your current state of physical being will change no matter what is done. From this point of "now" is where you can determine how it changes by the choices you make and the perception you have of your wellness and state of being. You are not the body, but the body is an aspect of you. You are the chooser. You can choose how you view your nutrition, your activities, and what limitations you place on them. No matter how you look, feel, or think right now, there is always a positive way forward. Change will happen. What the results of change are will depend on the force that causes the change. You are that force, both in the subtle ways and the palpable ways. No matter how unhealthy the body may be, there is always something that you can do to alter the course of change for the better.

"Enter the Kingdom of God" is a 30 day devotional describing what the kingdom is, where it is located, and how to enter according to the teachings of Jesus. Cutting through dogma, this 30 day journey is for the seeker wishing to develop their own, personal relationship with God.

Our nation needs healing... We have tried many different avenues in which to ensure a better future from new legislation, protests and debate, and new leadership without much progress. It is time to look into our Self and the Self of our government, for the two mirror each other. Rob Wright eloquently expresses how we are to look within to see that change we hope for our country, and witness it manifest for all to see.

Rob Wright’s Last Wishes is eclectic and delves into mining grit and lifestyle as fluently as it does into spiritual hopes and despairs, or the mind’s lucidity and aberrations. Well-traveled in time and place, Last Wishes’ culturally diverse characters and scenes-framed in Philadelphia, Fort Meyers, Manhattan, S├úo Paulo, Kowloon, Majdanek, or elsewhere-are memorable or miserable. Accounts of ghosts and hauntings, imagined or real, include heart-stopping witness narratives of the Holocaust and other atrocities. This is a seasoned inaugural collection-a special honoree for the 2019 Able Muse Book Award.PRAISE FOR LAST WISHESRob Wright’s poems in Last Wishes ache with a quiet, exquisite music. Whether at the edge of the forest, or before a mirror regarding his own face, or at the limit of what a son can feel for his father, Wright calls us to join him on his search for order and meaning, even as he questions what he finds: “The shell that holds all grief and memory,/ in chains of molecules that make a mind,/ will turn back into atoms, hungry, free./ We’re spirits caught inside our skin and hair-/ ephemeral our dramas, spun from air.” Such is the breathtaking beauty of Last Wishes, to long for what seems so close and yet, in the end, we cannot know.-Rafael Campo, author of Comfort Measures Only: New and Selected PoemsOne of Wright’s gifts is the age-old poetic magic of conveying beauty in what might at first appear to offer up nothing but ugliness. . . . It is fitting that one of the titles here is “Prologue for an Imaginary Play,” because Wright’s poems often are, in essence, little plays. The landscapes here are never static; like a photographer, or a cinematographer, Wright captures his subjects at their most revealing in a flash. Scenes are arranged and rendered at the moment of greatest drama and tension. -Alison Hicks (from the foreword), author of You Who Took the Boat OutThe first poem in Last Wishes describes in evocatively exact and gritty detail a landscape of abandoned mines, and ends with the poet''s mind reaching out toward the miners who once worked there: "I thought/ how hunger drives a man to crawl beneath/ the brittle crust that shuts out sun and sky." Moments like this are repeated again and again throughout this obsessively compelling book-a surface (often enough a fairly bleak one) is described in richly precise detail, and out of it pasts, ghosts, the dead, revenants and spectral appearances emerge with a kind of beckoning, unreachable clarity that is at times wistful and at times brutal. If these poems were photographs most of them would be in grimmest black and white, but they would make a most marvelously enthralling exhibition.-Dick Davis, author of Faces of Love: Hafez and the Poets of ShirazABOUT THE AUTHOR:After working for three decades in film production, Rob Wright has now chosen to spend his time writing. He currently serves as associate fiction editor for Able Muse, and has been awarded three Fellowships in Literature from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts. He has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and has published fiction, reviews, and poetry in Able Muse, Angle, Big City Lit, the Evansville Review, Measure, Rattle, String Poet, and the Schuylkill Valley Journal. A finalist for the Howard Nemerov Sonnet Award, he recently was awarded the Frost Farm Prize for Metrical Poetry and was honored to give a reading at the home of Frost in Derry, New Hampshire.

A ragtag group of tide pool creatures must find a new home after theirs is swept out to sea by a storm.Led by sibling rock crabs, Sherman and Shelly, they learn the value of sticking together and relying on friends and family with various virtues and talents to overcome obstacles and elements, such as sharks, eels, stingrays, giant spider crabs, and human beings!The story was intended to be an introduction to literature for young readers: Metaphors, Similes, foreshadowing, and allusions, specifically.  But in the end, it is a tail of tiny sea creatures who defy the odds by sticking together and helping each other. Some may think the story is too ”graphic” or “scary”  but this is how I remember nature in the tide pools as a boy growing up in Southern California.  We used to go fishing most weekends during the summer at Aliso beach before there was a pier or parking lot.  Only, surf, sand, the tide pools, and my imagination.I have seen every creature mentioned in this story in the tide pools or caught them very nearby with a fishing pole using bay mussels or squid for bait.