Conversations with the Moon
By Amy Neftzger
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A collection of short stories whimsically told from the moon's point of view of life on earth. The moon shares stories that convey what he has learned about this planet, as well as his curiosity about it. The moon is a spectator to some of life's most poignant moments. If you have never heard the voice of the moon, perhaps you might enjoy reading what he has to say.
Chapter Listing
Prologue: A few preliminary remarks
Ch. 1: In the proximity of MoonlightDescription: After the death of her father, a career woman returns to her small hometown for a prolonged visit.
Ch. 2: A Doorway to the MoonDescription: Two sisters who are very different make their own choices in life while still remaining close to one another.
Ch. 3: Painting the New MoonDescription: Two Parisian artists remain good friends while one is successful and one is struggling.
Ch. 4: Gibbous DreamsDescription: A baseball player dreams of making it big and discovers success.
Ch. 5: Moonbeams and MagicDescription: A ghost story in which a teenage boy's dog gets lost when the teenager is out causing some mischief with his friends.
Ch. 6: Waxing and WaningDescription: This story follows the different owners of a ring through nearly a century. The value of the ring changes depending upon the situation.
Ch. 7: A Waning LightDescription: A musician from the midwest gains fame but not his father’s approval for his choice of career.
Amy Neftzger
Amy Neftzger (born June 23) is an American researcher and author who has published fiction books, non-fiction books, business articles, and peer review research. Her works have reached an international audience.Amy was born in Illinois and graduated from Elk Grove High School in Elk Grove Village, Illinois. She received her bachelors degree from the University of North Florida in Jacksonville, Florida and her Masters in Industrial/ Organizational Psychology from Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. She graduated from both Universities with honors.She has written numerous business and journal articles, but her fiction works have been the most commercially successful. In 2003 she published Conversations with the Moon, which was also translated into Korean and published in South Korea. In 2005 she collaborated with her husband, guitarist Tyra Neftzger on a children's book called "All that the Dog Ever Wanted." The book was designed to introduce children to jazz music at an early age and included a CD sampler of jazz tunes. In 2007 she worked as an editor on a business fable called "The Damned Company." She's also written "Confessions From a Moving Van" and "Leftover Shorts."In 2013, Amy released her first Young Adult book called "The Orphanage of Miracles." The sequel to this book, "The Orchard of Hope" is scheduled for release in June of 2014, and The Ferryman (adult fiction) is scheduled for release in October, 2014.
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Conversations with the Moon - Amy Neftzger
Conversations with the Moon
by
Amy Neftzger
Copyright Amy Neftzger 2003
Published by FOG INK at Smashwords
FOG INK
Fields of Gold Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 965, Brentwood, TN 37027
Copyright 2003 by Amy Neftzger. All right reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form or manner whatsoever without the written permission of the publisher.
Edited by Ken McManus.
The book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Manufactured in the United States of America.
For T.N., who explained to
me why the moon is a tenor.
Table of Contents
Prologue
A Few Preliminary Remarks
Chapter One
In the Proximity of Moonlight
Chapter Two
A Doorway to the Moon
Chapter Three
Painting the New Moon
Chapter Four
Gibbous Dreams
Chapter Five
Moonbeams and Magic
Chapter Six
Waxing and Waning
Chapter Seven
A Waning Light
Epilogue
Concluding Remarks
Conjectures on the Moon
Ivory moon
With a curious stare
Thinking of earth
And what you'd find there
Reflection glows
In alabaster eyes
Your musing rays
Pierce through the miles
Mysterious
You think of your neighbor
Beams reach and tousle
Churning white vapors
Colorful things
Borrowed light will explore
Circling in search
Of mortals and more
Dreaming of blue
And the substance contained
Watching it flow
Wishing it explained
Gaze upon land
So far from your own kind
Touch it with light
And make it sublime
Wonder away
Inimitable friend
Conjecture also
Reigns down on this end
Prologue
Prologue
The moon is an intimate friend of mine. We talk almost every night. He knows just about everything there is to know about me, but I am a simple creature. The moon, however, is more complex and given to many moods and phases. He changes his disposition from one night to the next.
My friend is much older than I am. He's seen more of life than I have. He's also seen more of death. He's been a witness to countless loves and wars in every language; he speaks them all. He has experienced things throughout his time that I have never dreamed. In fact, he has given many of us our dreams. We think that we conceive them on our own, but the moon plants the seeds of dreams within the heart. He can be quite mischievous in this manner at times, as you shall see.
He's a very curious thing. He sees everything that happens on earth, but he doesn't always understand. He isn't human. He's seen all there is to observe but has experienced little. This makes him all the more curious. He has just as many questions as answers for me, and some nights we talk until dawn. He surprises me constantly. The moon is a passionate, unpredictable creature given to many moods. But regardless of his nightly humor, he always has a story. Here are a few that he has told me.
Chapter One
Chapter One
The moon is particularly bright this evening. He seems to be smiling at some great satisfaction. I can see him clearly through the silhouette of the barren trees. I look up at him through a cloud of my own frosty breath as I remark aloud that it's a fine evening. I watch the puffs of frosty breath disappear, and then I hear him speak for the first time.
The evening is too fine and my light too magnificent for anyone to spend this time alone.
His silvery voice shimmers down to my ears.
I first turn around to look behind me, although I had clearly heard the voice coming from above. You are not deceived.
He smiles kindly at me. It is I, the moon.
His voice is like liquid poetry flowing through me. The sound doesn't stop when it reaches my ears; it continues to resonate through my entire body.
How is it that you can speak?
Now that I know him better, the question seems foolish. But at the time I was dumbfounded and didn't know what else to say. After all, what does any mortal say to the moon upon first conversing?
I speak when I choose and to whom I choose. No one can hear me speaking, except for those I wish to be my audience.
This is part of his magic. If there were anyone standing nearby to whom the moon wishes to remain anonymous, the person would fail to hear the moon's voice or to even see his face. The moon would appear as nothing more than a stoic mass of illuminated stone in the night sky.
Do you speak to many people?
A few,
he remarks with an air of pretension that tells me more than his words. He chooses his audience carefully. I speak every language -- even those of the stars, the animals, and the trees. But I wouldn't advise talking with the trees this time of year. Every autumn they fall into the depths of despair and insist that their leaves will never return. They're quite dramatic about it all. Of course, the leaves return in the spring, but there's no use explaining that to a melancholy poplar. I simply don't bother with them.
After giving me this off-hand advice, his tone becomes playful. I have watched you for some time.
I have watched you, as well. But I never dreamed that you were capable of watching me.
It makes me by far the better observer.
He smiles knowingly at this thought. What things might he have seen? What knowledge he must have! His smile conveys it all in a single moment.
What have you seen that might interest me?
I inquire with anticipation. He is fanciful and content, all at the same time. Clearly, he's pleased that I'm so interested
in him. The sparkle in his eyes becomes more spirited as he prepares his answer.
In one night, I see enough interesting events to last a human lifetime. But the most fascinating of all these things are the effects that individuals have on one another. Perhaps this is the essence of life: that it is not entirely independent.
He closes his eyes in a thoughtful manner. As he raises his eyelids, moonbeams splatter shimmering rays from his eyelashes and fan out across the galaxy. Take you and me, for instance,
he continues, two entities cannot exist without influencing each other. Even if the two beings never acknowledge each other, the mere proximity of one will have an effect on the other.
But how close must two entities exist before their effect upon each other is made known?
"Proximity is relative. You and I are far apart, yet we influence each other nightly. When I look down at earth, I see that proximity is never farther than my moonbeams
can reach, and that is nearly everywhere. You only have to be on the same planet to have your life affect another life." He pauses. I think this was for effect, rather than to collect
his thoughts. The earth is a good example. There are many people who seek isolation, but it is impossible. It cannot be. Mere existence requires interaction. It is inevitable.
He pauses to sigh. I admire his incandescent stream of breath as it rushes through the heavens, dancing a meandering path through the starry night. His breath moves more like an illuminated ballerina twirling across a stage than a wind through space. It glows brilliantly. I am reminded of a story.
And here he began his first narration of many.
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It was after midnight when Sydney turned slowly onto Main Street. She recalled walking this same route with her father when she was 10 years old. The image imbedded in her mind was of how she had vigorously tugged at her father's hand as they leisurely strolled together. Perhaps it's better said that Michael, Sydney's father, strolled. Sydney was more of a bouncer. She skipped and hopped with exuberance while asking question upon question about everything she saw. She'd been down Main Street hundreds of times before, but she was a curious thing by nature and always had new inquiries. Maybe that's why she'd left Samsonville as soon as she turned nineteen. She simply wanted to know what else was out there.
How do you know there really is an 'out there'?
her father had asked when Sydney announced that she was going out into the world. He glanced over the cut-out pattern pieces scattered across the dining room table, where his wife had been sewing herself a new dress. He picked up the bright red pincushion and gently tapped his fingers on the mosaic of pinheads stuck into the facing. Maybe every other place is just like this one.
They couldn't all be,
Sydney insisted with faint disgust, pulling her shiny black mane into a ponytail at the base of her neck. She held the hair loosely in place with one hand as her mouth turned into a half frown. That'd be such a disappointment that I simply can't believe it could be true.
Well, now, there's an interesting yardstick for measuring truth.
Michael picked up a worn-out tape measure and dangled the flimsy ruler to the floor