Lend my ear to the wind

It is telling me

Everything is changing

But it is the same

The earth longs, hungers, grows

Groans and splits

Gives birth to the new (sorrow or joy?)

And I am but

A blink of its eye


Bide Your Time (realistic advice for budding writers)

When it comes to being a famous writer I love the whole Harper Lee/talent show scenario as much as the next person. Unfortunately I always find that everything comes back to the same practicality- you have to bide your time.

Now, don’t get me wrong, you should dream, try for the one shot. I heartily encourage that! Just don’t make that your only focus. The only way to get there for sure is to work from the bottom.

Even then there’s no guarantee you’ll be the next Rowling, but you will earn your place. If that’s not enough, then chances are you’re more in love with fame than writing. There are a thousand better ways to become famous.

So if you’re really interested in pursuing your writing dream, here are some tips that bear re-iteration.

  1. Learn self-discipline: Writers (and artists) are renown for being walking black holes of entropy, and maybe that’s just a part of what makes us writers. Whatever the case, if you want to become a real writer, you’re most likely going to need to give yourself a good kick in the ass (metaphorically). These things don’t just happen, they take a lot of planning and hard work. If this idea scares you, let me give you some encouragement. Anyone can learn self-discipline. The first step is always to believe you can. Then start small. Define your goals, figure out what’s standing in the way. For example things like Twitter and Facebook are common time wasters, even though they’re valuable platforms. Put your writing first. It’s ok to leave time for Twitter and Facebook if those are part of your platform, but remember- If you don’t write something you can sell, then what’s the point of having a platform? This leads me to my second point:
  2. Start your platform now: There’s only one way to earn your readers trust, and that’s to be around. The more you see a person, the more you tend to like/trust them. Use this to your advantage. This doesn’t mean you have to spend endless hours on your platform. You may have to spend a significant amount of time setting up, but after that it’s ok to show up when you can (esp. on websites like Twitter and Facebook). If you have a blog try to be consistent, readers dig that. Set your goals here fairly low though, so they don’t sap your writing time too much. You’ll notice I personally always post a poem every week. This is something I know I can be consistent with, and when I have time and inspiration I do more!
  3. Make your writing on par: You should always be looking for ways to improve your writing. Find a good writing group, devote some time there. Find betas, write short stories, read how to articles, put short stories out and look for feedback. It doesn’t matter if you plan on traditional or self-publishing, if you don’t improve your writing and become better than you were yesterday you probably won’t get very far.
  4. Plan on writing more than one book: What??? I have to write more than one book!! Is your soul curling up in despair right now? I hope not, because as a writer you’re going to have to write. : D This is one of the reasons it’s good to finish shorter works first. Not only do they plump your sales ‘library’, but they also give you practical experience and allow you to call yourself a ‘published author’, which sets you apart from the thousands of writers that are still working on it.
  5. Learn what goes into making a book: Learning everything you can is always in your best interest. You may plan on becoming traditionally published, but that doesn’t mean it won’t do you good service to learn how to put a book together. This all looks good on your record. The best way to learn is to do. Of course I’ll mark this as optional, but the most successful people don’t wait around for things to happen, they go and do them. They hit the ground running.


I hope these tips have been helpful and inspiring! If you have tips of your own please feel free to share below in the comments.

Many blessings,



Here is the misery of savagery


As you weep under night sky


Your discarded children


All bones you have buried


Not in dirt


But in the floating debris


Of man’s relentless advancement


Then you are irretrievable




A death knell to the archaic and wayward fervor


In whatever way you have come to know its misery




I’ve followed the stars

Down the spine of the milky way

Wending, spiraling

Into your arms

My strong lover


So bend back the rushes on the river

Tilting you head up to me

You smell the sweet atmosphere

Taste stars on my lips as we kiss

But before long night recalls me

Spice Cabinet

Another amazing poem from one of my all time favorite wordpress bloggers!!! ❤

Dances with Tricksters

The woods are holy, and wholly haunted.
A witch in a wicker hut with poison herbs.
Hyssop, yarrow, nightshade, chrysanthemum.
In her spice cabinet, she takes the ointment
of anointment and greases her eyelids to
fly over the hedge, to the Fairy Reel ring,
where the Horned God dances in mushrooms
and toadstool, moss is her dress, dew in
her gold hair, and the young enchantress
holds congress with the Beast, mothering
millions of fallen souls, born into this
imperfect enchantment of a world, spices
stop, she is sleep-struck and flies away
to the land of dreams, where the Tuatha
de Danaan hold court, and Thomas the Rhymer
flutes a verse in her honor, the witch
curtsies to the fairy queen in her rags,
and all the changelings drink her milk,
and she is wetnurse to the wilderness,
and the Horned God returns from the Hunt,
and summer is high…

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She’s got the demons eyes

A belly full of brimstone

Skin coated with ash

A full moon sigh



Don’t you dare

Make her ask.


You’ve twisted and squirmed on her gallows tree

Hung in the midnight

Until she touches you

Softer than you expect

Deeper than you understand


Don’t you dare

Turn away.


A freedom opens inside

A wide road that you follow

Breakneck and nervous

Until wings of fire

Are tearing open your bloody shoulders


The only thing on your reborn lips?



A twist of the tongue

And I am deep inside of you

Exploring a secretive underworld

Of half whispers

Where only the darkness survives


So open your legs wider

Let me swim through the dimness

Dive into clandestine territory

And bring all your tender secrets

To the light