Featured Author: Brenda-Lee Ranta


Brenda-Lee Ranta composed her first poem at the age of seven.  Throughout her life, she used prose as a means of logging her experiences in a life which has been under ‘constant construction.’

Amazing to her, is that at the age of 58, CTU Publishing Group published her first book, “Myriad of Perceptions,” to be followed by “Allegories – a thirst for connection.”  It was for her, a life changing experience, taking her from journal writing to giving her words a life beyond herself.  Her two books also were awarded five-star reviews from Readers Favorite.

Brenda-Lee shares her journey with her soul mate, Hugh Dysart, also a published poet, lyricist and musician.  They are parents to their collective five children and grandchildren.  They live a life dedicated to each other, their kids, pets and their shared artforms.

Here is an excerpt from Brenda-Lee’s latest book A Soul Passenger

Chapter 4

Soul Prodding

Walking into the bar early, it was not very busy yet. Brandi stood in the entrance to the band area and there he was! Drew was seated at the bar, drink in hand, alone. They immediately locked eyes; it was all very surreal. She stopped hearing music, stopped hearing voices; seeing only him, while familiar energy swirled about her body, at light speed. She walked directly towards him.  They immediately embraced; which must have appeared very strange to anyone watching. The embrace lasted for some time, feeling like longer than an minute, finally breaking apart, they exchanged a few nervous words. Brandi ordered a drink and they stood together watching Steph’s performance of the first set. She was standing slightly in front of Drew, feeling his hand running the length of her back. She stood frozen; again, time stood still. It was bitter sweet. Intermission came and Brandi excused herself to use the ladies

room.  She had her back against the bathroom wall, closing her eyes, feeling odd, feeling confused. When she returned to the bar – Drew was gone! Somehow, she knew that he would be, her soul ache returning.  A few men tried to chit-chat with her but all she could think of was going home. She just wanted to go home.

We stare at the same moon

night after endless night

Do you think of me

in the light of the moon?

Do you imagine my head

resting against your back?

Can you feel my heart

beating against you?

For how could you not;

when you live within me?

Continued in book . . .

A Soul Passenger

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