One stuporous winter, tinged with blood
You whispered my name forlornly
As the streets froze over.
I knew I only had one chance to say goodbye
But even then I could not reach for you.
The snowflakes had settled on my skin
Piled in drifts around my heart
That turned tar black
When I tried to clear them away.
Finally, the winter was showing us
what we couldn’t discover in languid summer
Dear readers, Halloween is just around the corner, and I simply could not contain my joy, so I have to tell you now…. *drum roll* I have an amazing Halloween short story for you guys!!!
I’m so excited that I’d post it now, but then it wouldn’t be a Halloween story anymore : (
Anyways, now you have something to look forward to, other than lots strangely dressed children banging on your door repeatedly, threatening to chase you through the town with lit torches unless they receive candy.
I’ve also finished up the last of my short stories for my ‘three threesomes for the price of one’ book, and am sending it out to some beta readers this week. It’s been a monumentally satisfying process putting this little collection together, and I hope that the finished product will be thoroughly enjoyed by anyone who takes the chance and downloads it. I wanted each and every one of the stories to be humorous and fun (as well as weird as heck). I think that makes the perfect sort of first self-published book of short stories : )
So blessings to all of you, and check back on Halloween for some fun!
In the ultimate darkness
What is this light,
Illuminating the untransverseable crags of my soul,
Throwing sparks into my unfathomable depths?
What else could it be,
But your love?
Oh it’s been soooo long since I’ve posted a book review, not that I haven’t had books to review, I’ve just been lost in my writing, head over heels. Isn’t that such a good feeling? Well I’ve shaken myself out of my own imagination long enough to review this nice little book of poetry by Janavi Held, called ‘letters to my oldest friend’.
I first read Janavi’s poetry here on her blog. One of my favorite poems of hers is Time unhinged. So I decided to spring for the book. I love supporting fellow poets whenever I can, and I’m always looking for another magical book to transport me into someone else body.
This book of poetry is paired with a lineup of beautiful black and white photos, which makes for an impressive layout. The poetry itself is carefully written out and filled with pain. It returns often to the search for the divine and the shedding of the mundane world.
I’ve become (have been for a long time) a non-deist, which means I don’t believe in any Gods/goddesses at all. It’s not solely a matter of my mind, but also my heart. So there were times when I was reading this book that I struggled to connect with the feelings. I guess those corners of my soul are cold and full of shadows of yesterday. But if you (as most people do) have any belief in the divine, whatever name it holds, then you will certainly find this book compelling and inspirational.
I hope you will mosey over to Janavi’s lovely site and read some of her wonderful poems, whether you buy her book or not. She really is, in my opinion, a very powerful poet!
Of a blank city
Filled with blank stares
Cluttered over bus depots, and humming food hubs
A blank being coiling out into urban sprawl
Inertia is in the wind
Howling down the empty fall pavement
A sudden arresting thing
I slow my steps
And listen to the familiar sound of its’ blank lullaby
Let’s try to sleep tonight
Without twisting the sheets
A restless caffeination
A guilty stagnation
And maybe tomorrow, inertia will slip away