And…I’m officially a published poet!

Check it out!!!! Thanks to a group of absolutely amazing friends of mine, I am now officially a published poet in a poetry ebook along with a bunch of talented poets and artists and I am beyond words excited. I’m so honored to be included in this ebook with these individuals who are so incredibly amazing.

Our book is entitled Because of a Word and can be purchased through the link below on Amazon.cover_promo

Click the link to check it out, or purchase a copy : http://tiny.cc/Because-of-a-Word

‪#‎becauseofaword‬

My fellow poets and artists:
Kait Moon, Jorge Silva Rodighiero, Katy Lewellen, Elizabeth Hope, Amy Chap, Casey Bee, Estelle Olivia, Anna Ssez, Ian Colin Roditi, Angel Rosen, Ashley Plumridge, Anita Clipston

Please join me in celebrating! I’m over-the-moon!

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Brain Dump … What’s on my mind tonight

Just writing to sort my thoughts and clear my mind tonight.

I’ve been submitting a few pieces to literary magazines here and there. I’d like to see something come to fruition, but I guess we’ll see. In the meantime, I’ve also been reading a variety of literary magazines. There’s really some interesting stuff out there.

I’ve been enjoying supporting fellow artists, poets, writers – other creatives, like myself, through Patreon. It’s sort of like a Kickstarter/IndieGoGo, but it’s an ongoing thing where you can choose to be a patron of an artist, writer, musician, etc… and support them financially so that they can continue to create. I find this to be quite rewarding. It allows me to help others in reaching their goals and following their dreams; their efforts and determination inspire me.

I received a tentative teaching schedule for next year. Along with my usual academic and advanced English 9 classes, I will be teaching modern short stories again AND I will also have a creative writing class too! I think I am excited about this prospect. I’m nervous because…well, I’m always anxious about change, but other than that I guess I’m comfortable with the idea.

 

 

Spiteful

Because your name’s not Steven

and I don’t have to!

Over ten years and you still haven’t learned

that you get further if you ask

without

expectation of a “yes.”

My ring? Oh… it must have come off

when I threw those sticks you asked me to pick up

into the brush pile.

So when you think you’ve won

you’ll see,

it’s just that I don’t have the energy

for

defiance, sweet defiance.

[said in jest]

But you’re still not getting dinner.

Love,

your spiteful wife

 

 

 

“ta gueule”

Don’t listen when they say

you can’t.

Perspective is everything,

so look the other way.

It’s your better side anyway.

Don’t listen when they say

you shouldn’t.

Take courage, friend!

The winds blow and the seas are rough

but your ship is not lost

it’s merely charting its own course.

And if they should tell you

you aren’t,

well then, my friend,

you tell them “ta gueule.”

for they see you not.

I see you as clearly in the dark as in the light of day.

[For Anna]

Forget to Remember

Sitting here lost on memory lane, in a daydream world, thinking about that time…

in a daydream world, thinking about that time…

I smile to myself, and for a moment –

I forget to remember,

you’re no longer here.

Walking from room to room in my mind

retracing my steps within this house;

I find myself watching you at the kitchen table, playing solitaire.

Deftly picking and choosing and moving cards,

I hear you cluck your tongue softly, deep in thought,

as is your habit. I see you sitting there.

And for just that moment

you’re as real as real can be;

I forget to remember,

you’re no longer here.

I think back to spending the night

curled up on your couch,

snuggled safe, in a blanket

that smelled just like you.

You check on me and

say goodnight, as I drift off to sleep…

and for a moment,

I forget to remember…

you’re gone.

 

[Author’s note: Written in remembrance of Carol Doty.]

Tree Soul

Signs found in grains

of the wood

polished and stained

in human hands

as though they created

the beauty in nature.

Rough and unsanded

natural beauty

lies deeper within

protected by outer layers,

shielded by thick-wooded skin.

Bark painted with moss

and lichen,

decorated with fungi shelves,

wraps ’round the hidden

rings of maturity

as though putting on

a tough exterior can keep

safe the inner soul.

Rainy Day

Tiny shadows

drip from lacy fingers

rough limbs droop

yet the rain keeps coming.

In the stillness,

a low hum, the tune of the everyday;

time drags its feet

getting splinters from the hardwood floor.

The creaking of old timber

and the heavy sighs of an old home

fill the damp moments as they trickle

down the window pane; leaving behind

wet trails that we follow with our eyes

until we reach the final reservoir.

For My Husband

Solidly he stands

though I falter. Though

the ocean would swallow me whole

he guides me from the riptide

asking only that I hold tight.

When my strength is dwindling

his arms hold me up above the waves.

My protector, though not fierce in battle,

saves me from myself.

Though I throw up roadblocks

he patiently climbs over each and every one;

he sees the beauty of soul that is beyond;

convincing me that she exists though I can’t see her

gazing back in the mirror.

 

Beast of Insecurity

Suffocating and gasping;

what is real and what is perceived

a line that blurs and blends

fluctuating upon the winds

this painting couldn’t be more real

it’s the mirror into which I gaze.

Rushing towards each ledge

a turning point

uncertain of the foothold

hesitant and frozen in place,

waiting for reality to catch up

making sense of place and time,

guilt and innocence.

The beast, it leads the way,

forging paths leading nowhere.

Dead end.

While I cling to the cliff

digging in with bloody finger tips

waiting with just enough courage to push the beast from the ledge.