Evelyn Klebert

Due to various bumps along the road the release date of Treading on Borrowed Time has been pushed back to late November.

For Julia Moreau life seems complicated. Emerging from a failed marriage and managing a lifetime of diabetes, she lives alone in her childhood home once occupied by her now deceased parents where she communicates with her late Great Aunt Lilia. And on top of all of that she is wrestling with her fledgling psychic powers.

But Julia didn’t have a clue what complicated was until she was thrust into being the key chess piece in a match between two powerful men of extraordinary abilities on the wild hunt for a mystical creature hidden in the heart of New Orleans’ French Quarter.

In the midst of this grand chase will Julia lose her soul to the karma of a devastating past life or her heart to the love of a man driven by dark forces? What is clear is that whichever way she turns she is Treading on Borrowed Time.

The Haunted House
~ Vic CrumeNot a window was broken
And the paint wasn’t peeling
Not a porch step sagged -
Yet, there was a feeling

That beyond the door
And into the hall
This was the house of
No one at all.

No one who breathed
Nor laughed, nor ate
Nor said “I love,”
Nor said “I hate.”

Yet something walked
Along the stair
Something that was
And wasn’t there.

And that is why weeds
On the path grow high,
And even the moon
Races fearfully by -

For something walks
Along the stair -
Something that is
And isn’t there.

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For Julia Moreau life seems complicated. Emerging from a failed marriage and managing a lifetime of diabetes, she lives alone in her childhood home once occupied by her now deceased parents where she communicates with her late Great Aunt Lilia. And on top of all of that she is wrestling with her fledgling psychic powers.

But Julia didn’t have a clue what complicated was until she was thrust into being the key chess piece in a match between two powerful men of extraordinary abilities on the wild hunt for a mystical creature hidden in the heart of New Orleans’ French Quarter.

In the midst of this grand chase will Julia lose her soul to the karma of a devastating past life or her heart to the love of a man driven by dark forces? What is clear is that whichever way she turns she is Treading on Borrowed Time.

Halloween is fast approaching and if you’re interested in setting just the right mood be sure to check out The Left Palm and Other Halloween Tales of the Supernatural now on sale at Kindle.

Just when all seems well and quiet, when all becomes comfortable and predictable then reality bends. Evelyn Klebert takes you to a place where ordinary life fractures into the sphere of the paranormal.

The journey begins with one woman’s unstoppable quest for vengeance against a supernatural creature in “Wolves,” and continues in an old historical graveyard where a horrifying discovery is uncovered in “Emma Fallon.” In “The Soul Shredder” a psychiatrist’s unusual patient opens his eyes to a disturbing new view of reality, while in “Wildflowers” a woman strikes up a supernatural friendship with impossible implications. And in “The Left Palm” a fortuneteller in the French Quarter receives a most unexpected and terrifying customer.

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Stuck in a moment

so anxious to move on

all that can be seen are the vistas ahead.

Trying to stride forward

but feet seem weighted

reluctant to begin.

Perhaps one last look around

may just be in order.

One more deep breath of the air,

one last survey of the landscape,

trying to soak up

what was learned here.

The memories flood over

thick and heavy

with lucidity –

a place of trial, a place of joy,

a place of dissembling and rebuilding.

One more deep breath and the anxiousness leaves,

soon enough it will all be memory

So perhaps it’s best to not  be so quick

and to make sure the essence of what’s important

makes the journey as well.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

Am I not quite what you expect me to be?
Do I seem far afield
from what you anticipate?
Has my silence suggested
that we are in agreement?
And is it a jolt
to find that we are not?
Have I amiably allowed
you to believe what you wish?
Or have you simply done so
not interested in asking?
If I seem different
than you have consigned me to be
perhaps you should have taken the time
to look closer.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert

I walked beneath the shining moon,
beneath its shimmering glow.
It led a path across the stillness,
that chilled me to the bone.
All truths I knew
fell into question,
beneath its luminescence.
All clarity blurred,
and certainty turned into whispers.
I stopped, entranced by its power,
wondering as my perceptions peeled away,
whether here, now, I had truly become lost,
or had finally found my way.

© 2008 Evelyn Klebert

If you were my little girl
I’d whisper to you softly,
to always look out for the one
that you simply can’t live without.
To always wait
for the one who listens and speaks
your language
when no one else quite can.
To hold out for the one
who you can’t imagine being without.
Who instantly becomes your family.
I’d tell her that he’ll be the one
where’s there’s no doubt no question no hesitation.
He’s one of a kind,
made just for you.
If you were my little girl,
I’d whisper to you softly,
look for the one
you simply can’t live without.

© 2011 Evelyn Klebert