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Writer-Producer Burt Kempner has worked professionally in New York, Philadelphia, Washington, D.C., and Florida. His work has won numerous major awards, and has been seen by groups ranging in size from a national television audience in the United States to a half-dozen Maori chieftains in New Zealand. He is the writer of two award-winning short feature films, Spanish Lesson and The Last Paperboy.
Spurred by his love for young people, he started writing children’s books in 2015. In that same year he founded Mild Wild Media, LLC, a flagship for his various film-TV-publishing-humanitarian ventures.
Burt is a passionate believer in creating works of integrity and value to the viewing and reading public.
And the crowd below gathered to jeer.
"Come back down, you fool!"
"Look at that rickety ladder. It can't possibly support you."
"Jump!"
"Why can't you be like other girls?"
She ignored them and kept climbing. Their mocking laughter eventually grew too faint to hear.
And while they…
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When I’m Gone
When I’m gone,
Don’t just give me to the earth.
I loved the wind and the sky, too.
I fell under the spell of fire, hissing at me to partake of its secret knowledge.
On bright days I skimmed the surface of the sea; on darker ones I…
The Courtyard Walker
"People are going to try to block your path or trip you up, but keep walking as though your life depended on it, because it does. You’ve got many loves and a lot of loss ahead of you. You're going to be on a first-name basis with poverty;…
Dear ______:
"I told you once that I never lied to you, but that you weren’t willing to accept what I said as the truth. I was full of crap."
God Godding
Is God a Being or a State of Being? Many who have undergone Near Death Experiences (NDEs) claim it’s the latter. They say their temporary excursions into the afterlife prove that all existence is an eternal continuum, with past, present and…
Fear No More
He was an exceptionally timid man in a world increasingly out of control. When he approached the chalkboard, his heart was beating so hard he was certain it would burst from his chest. “Your fears erased here daily,” proclaimed a sign atop…
“Your Outcry is…”
This happened half a lifetime ago to someone who used to be me. I had been enduring a long night of the soul, a night that stretched over two years. During that time, my mother died. My father died. One of my dearest childhood friends died.…