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Whatever happened To Ishtar? – A Passionate Quest To Find Answers For Generations Of Defeated Mothers. 1st, 2nd and 3rd editions cover: pub.2010-2019

   Whatever Happened To Ishtar? A Passionate Quest To Find Answers For generations Of Defeated Mothers. 4th edition pub. 2020 in paperback and Kindle ebook.

Dragons, Deserts and Dreams: Poems, Short Stories & Artworks. 1st edition pub.2017. 2nd edition pub. 2020 in paperback and Kindle ebook.

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For more information about the author of  these books, along with reviews:

Anne Frandi-Coory  works from her home studio in Melbourne as a painter, poet, short story writer and book reviewer. In 2010 she published the bestselling Whatever Happened To Ishtar? A Passionate Quest To Find Answers for Generations Of Defeated MothersIt is a raw and powerful memoir woven into her Italian and Lebanese family history, over-arched with the detrimental effects  patriarchal Catholic Church dogma  inflicted on generations of women and children…  Continued  HERE: 

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Anne’s story is one of lost generations…

What is most fascinating about ‘Whatever Happened To Ishtar?’ are the ancestral genealogies of the author’s Lebanese father and her Italian mother. This does assist readers to understand what hardships 19th century immigrants to the United Kingdom and New Zealand endured. With no access to birth control, women faced multiple pregnancies or secretly resorted to self-induced abortions.

The personal stories Anne has researched for this book go some way to explain why her parents were compelled to make the life choices they did. This memoir will stay in your memory as it covers universal issues of female sexuality, women’s roles and limited options, mental illness, and societal harsh judgments that have defeated mothers for generations… Continued HERE: 

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All three books by Anne Frandi-Coory are available in paperback and Kindle ebook format here at  AMAZON BOOKS

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 *LEBANESE FAMILY TREE AND PHOTOS PAGE LINK HERE*

*ITALIAN FAMILY TREE AND PHOTOS PAGE LINK HERE*

*Poetry and artwork copyright to Anne Frandi-Coory – All Rights Reserved 9th May 2019*

Dedicated to my grandchildren, Amber and Jack, who inspire me to join them in the most fantastical dramas* 

THE BUTLER AND THE NANNY

Not far away, in a pretty town, ‘twas uncanny

Lived the Butler of some repute, and the Nanny

She who could cook up many a tasty feast

Her pastry, pies, and rice dishes not the least

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The Butler, as always he answered a knock

In his best bow tie, his head he would cock

“Coffee, tea or milk” he’d ask those who came to visit

“Come, take a seat, here at table” he’d politely insist

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Miss Amber and Master Jack often came by to play

Ready to paint or to sketch, they’d spend mostly a day

As well Master Jack liked to sing, drama was his want

While Miss Amber was a dancer, her love,  en pointe

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Clever Little Miss and astute Little Master,

Always knew the Butler could avert disaster

And when his index finger was raised above

They both knew it was time to listen, and behave

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The Butler and the Nanny loved birds in their garden

If Zak the cat stalked them, he’d not get a pardon

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Birds large and small searching for grubs to eat

Zak was only allowed to watch from the window seat

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That Little Miss she’d scold Zak if birds he chased

To kill such beautiful creatures would be such a waste

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While Little Master instructs Zak “give mice a chance”

They’ll freeze or shiver when Zak takes a glance

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Dressing up in costumes and acting out stories galore

Was drama Master Jack, Miss Amber, loved to explore

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Of course, she always wanted to be a royal queen

He preferred to fight monsters in nearly every scene

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Such a musical family, they love dancing and singing

With mummy on piano and daddy guitar-a-strumming

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Master Jack dreams one day he’ll join the family band

But for now he and Miss Amber join in, hand in hand

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At night when daddy, mummy finally arrive at the door

The Butler serves a snack, to their delight and more

So tired and weary after several hard-working weeks

Just to sit down, relax, and is all every grown up seeks

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Poetry and Artwork Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory.

All Rights Reserved 9 May 2019

Publisher’s Forward:  Anne Frandi-Coory’s poetry, short stories and paintings, embody the emotional pain of abandoned, abused children, along with the guilt and helplessness felt by mothers struggling within a hostile environment with little or no support. Her childhood years spent in Catholic institutions has allowed Anne a heartfelt and very personal insight into the harm the Catholic Church has inflicted, and can still inflict, on children without the protection of a loving family. This talented writer, artist also manages to capture the vibrancy of the Natural World, and the fantastical imagination of children and their world.

Dragons, Deserts and Dreams updated 2nd edition (2020)

Now available 

in Kindle e book and paperback here at AMAZON

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Hi Anne,
I received the books with much love and gratitude: Let me firstly say, congratulations to you and your wonderful works of art! You’re a very talented lady, artistic, intelligent and inspirational! To be honest l read the book within two days and I loved it, especially the poem ‘Photograph‘ and the short story of ‘Raffaela’s Last Dream‘.  My favourite art composition in the book is your painting next to ‘Sands of Fate‘, the eyes, (your eyes l’m sure), the colours, and the symbols in this work are magic. No detail is lost on me.
Oh and Just so you know l have studied the early Gnostic writings of the divine feminine and its subsequent obfuscations and covering up by the Catholic Church in the name of their men-centric control religion. (John Lash Lamb and his work of ‘Not in his Image‘). So I resonate with you in many many ways. So please allow me to thank you for the kind present to read your book and the wonderful genealogy work you’ve done to bring to life our family’s legacy. 
-Dean Marshel-Courté
Dean Marshel-Courte

Dean Marshel-Courté

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True life and make-believe

I love this colourful little book Dragons, Deserts and Dreams  containing poems and short stories, written and illustrated by Anne Frandi-Coory.

She has cleverly woven her poems into evocative, self-contained vignettes and portraits; brief episodes that are obviously dear to her heart.  The short, true life stories, in beautiful prose, convey a passion and a vividness that make you feel as though you were right there when the events were actually happening. Readers will meet Ms Frandi-Coory’s paternal Lebanese grandparents  in the hills of Lebanon and later in the story, join them on their sea voyage to Melbourne then on to New Zealand in ‘Immigration And The Promise’. On the other hand, the life of Ms Frandi-Coory’s maternal Italian great grandmother is very different. ‘Raffaela’s Last Dream’ is more of a drawn out nightmare which begins in Rome when Raffaela is 13 years old.  In this short story, Raffaela is on her death bed surrounded by family, and as her long life flashes before her; readers  are there to accompany her every step of the way.

The author also enters into a world of make-believe, giving readers a glimpse of her affinity with children and animals in her poems about childish imagination, the antics of animals and the value of  Nature here on earth.

This is a book to treasure.

-Zita Barna … zitabarna70@gmail.com  GOODREADS, AMAZON  Book Reviews  2017

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Unique, thought-provoking and heart-wrenching is how I describe Ms. Frandi-Coory’s latest book, Dragons, Deserts and Dreams. It is a collection of poems, short stories and endearing artwork. The author has compiled extraordinary creative prose and artwork that compliment and evoke an emotional response.

I am not a big poetry reader and have only recently begun to appreciate the nuances and beauty in poems, and after reading Ms. Frandi-Coory’s poems, I applaud her for the imagery that is evident in her works.

Some are tributes to those who were wronged or abused, other poems were reminiscences, and then there were the personal and painful expressions of a life experienced none too pleasantly by those who inflicted physical and psychological trauma.

The personal short stories, is how I perceive them, especially having read the author’s first book, Whatever happened to Ishtar? A passionate quest to find answers for generations of defeated mothers, a memoir come family history. The stories are windows into the back-story of her family’s plight, especially the women. It also gives insight into the person who wrote this book.

As for the artwork, they complement the poems and short stories, and demonstrate the remarkable creativity and gift of the creator of this book.

I did not know what to expect when I started reading this book, the mix of poetry, artwork and short stories is an unusual blend, however it works really well. This book will make you smile, angry, and saddened. This is an amazing endeavour undertaken by the author, and a fabulous book that I highly recommend to readers who appreciate and enjoy something a little different.

-GOODREADS, AMAZON book reviews…Luciana Cavallaro, Perth. 7 March 2017

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Luciana Cavallaro, Perth

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When I read Anne Frandi-Coory’s first book  Whatever Happened to Ishtar? I was so moved by her courage in divulging to the world, secrets of the traumatic life which she had so bravely struggled through since being abandoned by her mother, and institutionalized at such a young age at the Mercy Orphanage for the Poor at South Dunedin. Anne tells her story with such passion that you will want to read it again and again. But wait there is more.
Anne has now built a successful life in accomplishing all that she does, she is a Poet,Painter,Author, Book Reviewer and Genealogist and has recently published Dragons,Deserts, and Dreams. This book covers poems, short stories and Artworks and is so cleverly put together. Anne weaves her poems around her life and family,all beautifully written. I love them all but there are two of her poems I especially like:
No Summer Will They See- Not Daniel, Zahra or Caylee
and Ode to Cleopatra
– Rita Roberts, Crete. 21 February 2017
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Rita Roberts, Crete

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Wow! That ‘Raffaela’s Last Dream’ in Dragons, Deserts and Dreams,   is just so, so beautiful, and I love it. But then again I love everything you do, my darling Anne. You have put me by her bedside. You have me holding and squeezing her hand as I read and hear her, drifting through the pages of her life, with all the love and emotion of a woman who knows she will soon be flying through heaven, alongside the author of all things in the universe.
For beautiful Raffaela has already experienced hell on earth. And I, the reader was there when it was all happening, so cleverly condensed in, ‘the present tense’. You’re such a great writer Anne, you always have the ability to stir up my emotions.
After I finished reading, in the dark now, I closed my eyes and wept and sobbed out loud, as I often do, when I awake from such dreams. Dreams I have of my grandmother, the one person who never stopped loving me.
Dreams, nowadays in my secret place I call ‘La La land’. A place I find myself a lot lately as my body too, is almost worn out. A place where I’m not really asleep, but then again I’m not altogether awake. All I have to do is remain quiet, usually in the afternoon, close my eyes as I rest alone on my sofa, and I’m there, in my beautiful ‘La La Land’, where anything can happen.
Thank you so very much for introducing me to your wonderful, courageous and most lovely, ‘Raffaela’ Anne, I am so grateful to find her at last. She, like you will remain forever with me, as I know I will never forget you both.

-Arabella Marx, @thatmarxtart Australia 2017

Marx Tart

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More reviews here:  https://frandi.wordpress.com/

Also here on Anne Frandi-Coory’s Facebook page:

 https://www.facebook.com/annefrandicoorymyartandpoetry/

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Jack Skyrider And His Dragon 

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 Painting and Poem Jack Skyrider And His Dragon  Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory

-All Rights Reserved 21 December 2014

 Painting Jack Skyrider And His Dragon  1.017 x .510 Acrylic on canvas

(This painting has been sold)

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Read my poem *Jack Skyrider And His Dragon

Dedicated to Jack Cathro

here in DRAGONS DESERTS and DREAMS

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2nd edition (2020) now available in Kindle e book and paperback 

HERE at AMAZON

 

*****A short story *Immigration And The Promise*  Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory – All Rights Reserved 17 January 2013*****

*****This page is copyright to author Anne Frandi-Coory. No text or photographs can be copied or downloaded from this page without the written permission of Anne Frandi-Coory.*****

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Anne Frandi-Coory’s paternal Lebanese grandparents,        Jacob & Eva Coory (Fahkrey) soon after they arrived in Melbourne c. 1897

…..But you should also be proud that your mothers and fathers came from a land upon which God laid his gracious hand and raised his messengers.From a speech by Khalil Gibran  I believe in you (1926)

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Immigration And The Promise – “I love this moving piece on immigration by Anne Frandi-Coory … This is quality story-telling”

-Mark Swain UK. More here about books by Mark Swain: https://www.amazon.com/Mark-Swain/e/B008DRKT2G%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share

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More reviews about Anne Frandi-Coory’s poems and short stories here in:

DRAGONS, DESERTS and DREAMS

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The first two paragraphs of a short story Immigration and The Promise by Anne Frandi-Coory…

Jacob’s new business venture was all contained in the leather suitcase the Chinaman in Little Bourke Street had made for him. He said goodbye to Eva and set off down the stairs and out into a chilly winter morning. He planned to begin selling his wares to domestic households in and around the suburb of Fitzroy. All he had to say to customers in English was ‘Buy something lady?’ and ‘Thank you lady.’  All was going well until a policeman demanded to see his hawker’s licence. ‘Well, you must get a licence! A licence! No more knocking until you get a licence! Do you understand?’  Jacob just nodded and handed him the piece of paper Mr Kahlil had given him with his address on it and a rough map of city streets. Unbeknown to Jacob, the ‘White Australia Policy’ dictated that all non-Europeans were required to carry ‘Certificates of Exemption’ which enabled them to work temporarily as assistants to local merchants. In any event, Jacob continued with his door to door trade as the policeman walked away in the opposite direction. At dusk he decided to head back home, with his case almost half empty and a reasonable day’s earnings in his pockets. He then realised with alarm that he had given the street map to the policeman. He was so tired he lay down on a street sheltered by a building and took a little nap, resting his head on the suitcase. People had assured him, ‘There are no murderers or robbers here.’

Close to midnight Jacob became aware of a man approaching. He jumped up and opened his case for the stranger to see the display of shirts, socks, hats, silks, towels and small items of haberdashery. He felt no fear when the man looked him up and down and intimated with words and gestures, ‘Hang on, I’ll get my friend, he might buy something as well.’ Jacob waited with a leather belt around his neck attached to the open suitcase ready for the two men to view upon their return. However, four men came back, one with a knife who deftly cut the belt from around Jacob’s neck and after the other three kicked and punched him, all ran off. Jacob called out for police but when he did find one, neither could understand each other. At 1am all the street lights went out and the moonless night smothered any possibility of Jacob navigating his way home. When he found suitable shelter in a doorway, he once again made his aching body as comfortable as he could. For the first time since he had departed his home country, Jacob had plenty of time to reflect on how immensely his and Eva’s lives had changed in only two months…

…This was just the beginning of Jacob’s and Eva’s journey into the 20th Century….read the rest of this short story here in Dragons, Deserts and Dreams.

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Read more about Anne Frandi-Coory’s paternal Lebanese grandparents in

Whatever Happened To Ishtar? – A Passionate Quest To Find Answers For Generations of Defeated Mothers

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THAT DAY

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Poem  That Day  and Image © Copyright To Anne Frandi-Coory 

 – All Rights Reserved 16 April 2012

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Was it those intense blue eyes

with the power to hypnotise?

Perhaps it was the gentleness

of your manner, the fineness of your hands?

The caresses that soothed

the spirit we created

around us for all to see

the moment our eyes first met

I think we both knew that day

the future was ours to take

If we but had the courage

to embark on a perilous journey

The passion consumed us

and we were willing to succumb

who knew how it would end

up where we belonged

Many obstacles were thrown our way

our love withstood them all

just to be together, was all we asked

no need for others’ company

I had wings to fly with your love

the wind beneath

you willingly supplied

I could soar with you by my side

READ MORE HERE:

 in DRAGONS DESERTS and DREAMS

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2nd edition Dragons, Deserts and Dreams (2020)

Now available in Kindle e book and paperback

HERE at AMAZON BOOKS