This is solid advice for blogging in General.
“Social media spark a revelation that we, the people, have a voice, and through the democratization of content and ideas we can once again unite around common passions, inspire movements, and ignite change.”
I find the quote by Brian Solis regarding social media to be relevant on so many levels. Social media managers, marketers, gurus and enthusiasts can attest to the validity of the citation. When used a user sets out to rally others in hopes to gain customers, support their cause or to spread information; carried out the correct way they will grab the attention of many. Are you attempting to inspire a movement? Are you confused about how to market your brand? My advice to you is to keep reading. This post will briefly unveil…
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Interview with Christy D. Birmingham
It is not surprising to admire the strokes of a famous oil painting such as Girl with a Sunshade by famous painter, Jules Bastien-Lepage that captures powerful emotions and imagery within each stroke.
However, it is also rare to find a poet with unique style of words who expresses sensitiveness, thought provoking analogies and symbolism as fellow poet and writer, Christy Birmingham.
Christy is an author and a freelance writer residing in Victoria, BC, Canada. Since Christy’s elementary days, she has been using her creative thinking and surroundings to write poems and short stories.
The most intriguing part of Christy’s written words is her acuteness to dig deep inside her mind, heart and soul from past regressions and abuses. She magnificently takes the readers to her inner most thoughts along with sharing the beauty of nature.
I am fortunate to interview and also, delighted to introduce for my Arts…
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Robert sips his cup of green tea;
He traces words in a note-book.
A maniac flips the table and shouts:
“When you’re ready to die let me know!”
His Mother throws books at me and cries:
“Such pretty poems! But all about me!…All about me!”
I wear the chic black trench coat of mourning.
“Ya know,” I say, “I was taught to be more dispassionate.”
Robert lowers his tea-cup and smiles: “And we’re Jewish, too!”
“Yes.” I sigh. “More tea?”
Robert nods and passes me the pot.
(c) Rob Goldsten 2015