I have some incredibly awesome news: my poem “Another storm” is included in a brand new poetry anthology, Pain & Renewal from the wonderful Brian Geiger at Vita Brevis Press. That anthology was released yesterday and shot to #1 in Amazon’s poetry anthology list. It is such an incredible honor to be included in this work with a wide collection of talented poets.
You can read more about this wonderful collection here.
And, as always, my first collection of poems is available here. Be sure to leave a review!
The rocks mark the ground between prospering weeds enriched by the warmth of a sun surging overhead, encircling those of us interred on a planet whose percussive heartbeat rocks me to sleep.
I sense the presence of wildflowers, of ants scurrying together in the dirt, of life — too bountiful to count or name — thriving in the darkness or at least out of sight — I dare not note a difference in perspective.
Photos remain after we pass on a gentle breeze that thoughtlessly turns blacks to sepia, discoloring too many memories otherwise cruelly lost in darkness though the sun shines tomorrow.
If you’ve been following my blog closely (and I assume you have been consumed with it for months now) then you probably noticed I dropped off the face of the Earth in the last few weeks.
Good news! I’m back! And I have news!
I just this week completed the first draft of my first novel, tentatively called That Time the World Almost Melted: An Earth-based space comedy. If you hate that title, well there’s plenty more to hate beyond that. And that’s where you come in: I need volunteers to help me out by beta reading this tome before I even think about publishing it.
What are you getting into?
As the subtitle implies, it’s a sci-fi comedy. The main characters are human, but aliens pop up and adventure ensues. (Silly, pointless adventure.)
It’s a relatively short novel (53,000 words, a bit longer than “novella”)
I’ll provide a questionnaire in addition to the manuscript so you can give me your full, unvarnished opinions.
What’s in it for you?
You will be thanked in the acknowledgments of my book
You will get a copy of the book
You will be remembered fondly by me and probably my mother
You will have the life-long pride of having helped shaped one of the seminal novels of the 21st century (assuming you help me and also do this for Ta-Nehisi Coates)
Jake Whitman wasn’t having a great day. Work was stressful, his girlfriend just broke up with him, and the local brewery was really stretching with its latest punny beer names. No matter how bad, he was not expecting to find an alien in the back seat of his car. Now he’s on the road with federal agents, news media, and who knows what else chasing him. The very fate of the world could be on his shoulders … or at the very least tough dinner decisions.
Colors are not frozen, shyly hiding in the shadows while hinting at a deeper shade. Colors can be different colors, attacking us with their brilliance or assaulting us through blue dreams that search for softer complexion, a complexity of consciousness.
Color may dance in musical hues of pixelated pigment only I can hear, telling stories too bold for black and white. A brutal world craves absolutes, leaving us to unearth our own meaning where we may. A colorless tale has no heart. Let it go. We will find warmth in tinctured breaths.
My murky memory extrapolates the smoke, pixelated recollections somewhere in the cache that clears itself (a grasp slackens) as I hasten to replace lost echoes with reminiscences to come, not forgotten among the ash, rising breathless if we dare stretch.
The future — always fuzzy like sleep that won’t rub out of our eyes — changes every time we look at it, as we push forward carrying the momentum of those better angels urging us to grow our own wings and launch ourselves to join those refusing to leave progress to others.
Time will tell what tales we create, proceeding weightless where we dare.