I hobble out of bed at daybreak
an Igor with dreams of being both doctor
and creation, waiting for just one spark,
juice enough to fuel that night's creation.
Excitement looms on this horizon
pregnant storm clouds heavy with rain,
whipped overhead by hurricane winds,
ready to strike, incite the dead to life.
Petrichor coats my tongue, fills my head,
lightning flashes, blue-white channels
blaze down these rods to these hands,
fire enough to burn, birthing this beating heart.
My blood boils, my eyes open.
*Thank you for visiting my writing blog. I hope you enjoyed the poem! If you’d like to read about its creation, I will be dissecting it next Friday on my Patreon.
If you would like to read more of my writing, I will be posting once a month (both here and on my Patreon) for the foreseeable future; I’m concentrating on my next poetry collection, as well as writing a novel.
In the meantime, Happy April--aka National Poetry Month!
i remember when i thought twice,
thrice, a dozen times moreover
whether to call myself writer,
a title hallowed in my heart
throughout my childhood years,
the ones who wrote the books
i devoured with my every free hour,
my escapes into worlds of make-believe,
my gateway to learning beyond
what adults prescribed for me
i’ve known too many writers
to be intimidated by the title,
known their kindness and generosity,
heard of others’ lack
lucky enough not to experience it myself
i remember when i hesitated
to call myself poet, the title
seemed too pretentious, too artistic
to apply to just anyone, like lumping Van Gogh
in with the man who graffitis the roadside
in the dead of night. but why not?
why should a canvas command more respect
than the underside of an overpass?
why should the verse of authors long gone
hold more esteem than the coffee house clique
reciting their rhymes in the meeting place
of modern minds? the old and new both live
i’ve known too many poets
to be awed just by the word
when their humanity alone humbles me
my own attempts to grasp each
abiding image, each emotion collaged
upon these pages like flowing script,
rivers of ink and electrons
imprinted upon our collective minds
with or without title, i’ll write
these words, this verse, hope
someday they will be read, felt,
imbued with life
words change form throughout time as organic
as a climbing vine growing with each age
titles are more specific, rigid like concrete
i call myself the words
the titles themselves unknown
“She Who Was the Helmet Maker's Once-Beautiful Wife" you didn't know what awaited you when you began the long trek to see your son bare feet and fallen arches old bones aching with miles of marching your final journey all for one more glimpse of your boy become a man why bare yourself for the artist's art? how much more could you have to give? the tragedy of your worn form outlives your mortality, the young girl you were forever trapped in iron gray. *Rodin’s model for She Who Was the Helmet Maker’s Once-Beautiful Wife was the mother of one of his male models. The photo I used reminded me of a younger version of Rodin’s model, since I was unable to obtain permission for an image of the original sculpture. You can find an image of Rodin’s masterpiece here.
What mask!? Oh, I have so many… Invisible.
Disposable. I Replace each time
the least uncomfortable Those eyes
I have more than I need given I rarely leave
I have different masks. One for work.
Another patriotic. I wear all at different times.
It depends on my mood hopeful
sometimes, painful other times,
but rarely removed
When customers, friends n family talk to me
about politics or the news
my face is my mask I put on when I'm depressed
I have playful ones but for my job,
disposable Funny not funny.
My private one simple and lovely.
I have so many, but mostly wear
my Edge of insanity
I have designed these masks
the ones I refuse to wear
hard to breathe
I have a lot of masks
but today it’s this one…
Standard but pretty on the front.
A smile, nod, wink that says everything’s just fine.
*Found Poem based on tweets found in this thread based on the question, “What’s your mask like?”
"Feline Dreams" --in memory of Winnie-cat the Milky Way empties itself of pure white light into the moon's shining bowl the cat stretches languid her body liquid smooth like moonbeams she reaches for silent and thirsting Her head dips into the cosmic saucer rough pink tongue darting in and out lapping up this lunar feast Luminosity fills her beneath each fluttering eyelid *Although this poem was inspired by a tweet, I’m posting and dedicating it to my sweet kitty, who died January 2nd. Rest in Peace, Winnie.
on the eve of my mother’s birth
and the swearing in of a new leader
last night i dreamed:
i came upon a strip mall
and stumbled upon the store
my father had built from scratch
all those years ago
i did not dare believe my eyes
though it seemed too real
not to be believed i ran
inside hoping for a glimpse
of the man that ruled my childhood
my hero who taught me chess
gave me his own bike to ride
today i thought i saw another gone
silhouette perched upon the windowsill
he died so long and yet not so long
i longed so to see his familiar face
i could not help but catch a glimpse
his bald(ing) head and bright brown eyes
today my mother opens chocolates
“her president” as her present
she says as each morsel melts washed
down with a cup of steaming Lady Grey
i couldn’t quite catch a glimpse of another
dear departed, gold fur and eyes brown
as warm caramel, i couldn’t quite help
but wonder what else dies and is born today
sometimes we need to coat our tongue with
warm sugar, sweeten our swallowed bitterness
is this a new beginning or another end?
**In my previous post I said I was going to resume regular scheduling in February, but since this poem is topical I decided to post it today. Normally I let poems sit between edits, but obviously that would not work for a timely posting, so (although edited) this poem is more raw than what I normally share.
Happy New Year! Hopefully, 2021 will be less problematic than 2020.
In the meantime, I’ll share the books I’ve read in the past year. Due to the recent interesting times, many of them are books I’ve read before. When I want a comfort read, I’ll often reach for old favorites: Cyrano de Bergerac and The Walking Dead graphic novels are among my favorites. Since the list is pretty long (I’ll reach 100 one of these years!), I’m listing them by title. If you would like me to go into detail about any of these books, just leave a comment or contact me on social media. I love discussing books!
If you’d like to read one of these selections yourself, I’ve included links. Many of the reads were ebooks and audiobooks via various platforms, often through local libraries. I’ve always loved digital format, but in the past year it’s been more important than ever. Enjoy the list! Maybe you’ll find something you’ll like too.
BOOKS READ 2020:
1 Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters (audiobook via Librivox.org)
2 So Marvelously Far (poetry collection) by Nick Gardner
3 The Ugly Side of the Lake (poetry collection) by Jason Baldinger and John Dorsey
4 Triple Threat (poetry collection) by John Dorsey
5 The Ghost Bride by Yangsze Choo (ebook via Overdrive)
6 Our House on the Sand by Elaine Schleiffer (chapbook)
7 The Answer Is Not Here by Lisa M. & Sean Thomas Dougherty (chapbook)
8 Jigsaw Con Life 3 via Beautiful Blasphemy (ebook/ mini chapbook)
9 Siron: a Kaiju Thriller by S.T. Hoover
10 Mothmaw by Faryl (Hoover) (ebook)
11 The Light Brigade by Kameron Hurley (audiobook via Audible)
12 Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand (ebook via manybooks.net)
13 Resident Evil volume 1: The Umbrella Conspiracy by S.D. Perry (ebook)
14 Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance by Angela Duckworth (audiobook via Overdrive)
15 ODD LOTS, SCRAPS & SECOND-HAND, LIKE NEW Poems by Will Wells (trade paperback/poetry)
16 The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame (ebook via Overdrive)
17 Moby Dick by Herman Melville (Audible audiobook)
18 Paradise Lost by Milton (NOOK ebook)
19 The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur (HOOPLA Digital ebook)
20 Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan (ebook)
21 ETERNALS by Neil Gaiman (graphic novel via HOOPLA)
22 The Abortion by Richard Brautigan (Audible audiobook)
23 The Walking Dead vol 1: Days Gone Bye by various
24 The Walking Dead vol 2: Miles Behind Us by various
25 The Walking Dead vol 3: Safety Behind Bars by various
26 The Walking Dead, Vol. 4: The Heart’s Desire
27 The Walking Dead vol 5: The Best Defense by various
28 Quintessence by William F. Devault (ebook)
29 Meat and Bone by Sandra Feen (paperback)
30 The Walking Dead, Vol. 6: This Sorrowful Life
31 The Walking Dead, Vol. 7: The Calm Before
32 The Walking Dead, Vol. 8: Made to Suffer
33 The Walking Dead, Vol. 9: Here We Remain
34 The Walking Dead, Vol. 10: What We Become
35 A Bullet for Cinderella by John D. Macdonald (ebook read on NOOK app)
36 The Walking Dead, Vol. 11: Fear The Hunters
37 The Walking Dead, Vol. 12: Life Among Them
38 The Walking Dead, Vol. 13: Too Far Gone
39 The Walking Dead, Vol. 14: No Way Out
40 The Walking Dead, Vol. 15: We Find Ourselves
41 The Walking Dead, Vol. 16: A Larger World
42 The Walking Dead, Vol. 17: Something to Fear
43 The Walking Dead, Vol. 18: What Comes After
44 The Walking Dead, Vol. 19: March to War
45 The Walking Dead, Vol. 20: All Out War, Part 1
46 The Walking Dead, Vol. 21: All Out War, Part 2
47 The Walking Dead, Vol. 22: A New Beginning
48 The Walking Dead, Vol. 24: Life and Death
49 The Walking Dead, Vol. 25: No Turning Back
50 The Walking Dead, Vol. 26: Call to Arms
51 Appalachian Frankenstein Vol 2 by John Dorsey (paperback poetry collection)
52 The Poems of Sappho: An Interpretive Rendition into English (ebook via Manybooks.net)
53 The Walking Dead, Vol. 27: The Whisperer War
54 F**K: An Irreverent History of the F-Word by Rufus Lodge (Kindle ebook)
55 The Walking Dead, Vol. 28: A Certain Doom
56 The Walking Dead, Vol. 29: Lines We Cross
57 Ariel by Sylvia Plath (NOOK ebook)
58 A Place to Stand by Jimmy Santiago Baca (ebook via Overdrive)
59 The Walking Dead, Vol. 30: New World Order
60 The Walking Dead, Vol. 31: The Rotton Core
61 The Walking Dead, Vol. 32: Rest In Peace
62 The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (ebook via Overdrive)
63 Wonder Woman volume 4: War (graphic novel via HOOPLA DIGITAL)
64 Avatar, The Last Airbender: The Search ~ Issue 1 (graphic novel via HOOPLA DIGITAL)
65 Avatar, The Last Airbender: The Search ~ Issue 2 (graphic novel via HOOPLA DIGITAL)
66 Avatar, The Last Airbender: The Search ~ Issue 3 (graphic novel via HOOPLA DIGITAL)
67 Vinegar Girl by Anne Tyler (ebook via Overdrive)
68 The Book of Tea by Kakuzo Okakura (ebook via Overdrive)
69 The Short Stories Volume One by Philip K Dick (ebook via Overdrive)
70 Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said by Philip K Dick (ebook via Overdrive)
71 Writing on the Wall: Social Media – The First 2,000 Years by Tom Standage (Audible audiobook)
72 Sir Gawain and the Green Knight / retold in modern prose, with prefaces and notes, by Jessie L. Weston. (NOOK ebook)
73 The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (NOOK ebook)
74 The Throne of the Crescent Moon by Saladin Ahmed (audiobook via Audible)
75 Drop Jaw by Rikki Santer (Trade paperback)
76 Old Man’s War by John Scalzi (NOOK ebook)
77 Libriomancer (Magic Ex Libris) by Jim C. Hines (ebook via Overdrive)
78 Unbound (Magic Ex Libris) by Jim C. Hines (ebook via Libby)
79 The Ghost Brigades by John Scalzi (ebook via Libby)
80 Revisionary (Magic Ex Libris) by Jim C. Hines (ebook via Libby)
81 Orpheus and Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence by Gregory Orr (poetry collection ebook via Hoopla Digital)
82 Fort Pitt Tunnel Blues by John Dorsey (free ebook)
83 Wonder Woman: The Circle (graphic novel via Hoopla)
84 A Place So Deep Inside America It Can’t Be Seen by Kari Gunter-Seymour (Trade paperback)
85 Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman (ebook via Overdrive app)
86 Dearly: New Poems by Margaret Atwood (ebook via Overdrive app)
87 i saw god cooking children/ paint their bones by john compton (handcrafted chapbook via Blood Pudding Press with Sandra Feen modeling on the cover art)
88 Trekonomics by Manu Saadia by (audiobook)
89 The Circus of His Bones: Poems by Steve Brightman (Trade paperback)
90 13 Ways of Looking at Lou Reed by Steve Brightman
91 The Divine Comedy by Dante: translated by Clive James (Audible audiobook)
*Currently reading/listening to:
Parable of the Talents by Octavia E. Butler
An Introduction to Haiku with translations and commentary by Harold G. Henderson
If you’d like to hear about my favorites from this list, a free complementary post appears on my Patreon. Until next time, stay safe and well and read often!
Every December for the past couple years, I’ve posted my New Year’s resolutions. I do this as a way of holding myself publicly accountable to ensure I stick with them for the next twelve months. Since starting this tradition, this is the first time I’ve failed to accomplish them all.
That sounds bad, and it is–but it’s also understandable. Despite unforeseen complications, a worldwide pandemic, and some personal crises, I accomplished some of my goals–not all. Honestly, I may have been able to if I really pushed myself, but I decided against this for two reasons: my mental health and the quality of my work. I felt that under the hellacious circumstances of this year, if I pushed myself too hard, they both would suffer. I wasn’t willing to make that trade to meet a self-imposed deadline.
My 2020 RESOLUTIONS (and how I fared):
Submit my short story collection to a publisher.
DONE. I did this by the end of January.
Publish my short story collection.
DONE. With much trial and tribulation, after several delays due to printer disruptions and other issues, Venetian Spider Press published my short story collection, An Optimist’s Journal of the End of Days and Other Stories. This was the highlight of my entire year.
Market and promote my work.
SOME. In a limited capacity, I did. Last year, I promoted my poetry book, Soul Picked Clean, by reading at bookstores and libraries across Northeast Ohio. I had several events each month, sometimes many the same week, and anticipated the same type of schedule for my newest book. Unfortunately, social distancing due to the pandemic forced a different approach.
I’ve worked hard over the past few years to become more comfortable reading and performing my work in public, but I’m really uncomfortable with a lot of the technology we’ve been forced to use the past nine months. ZOOM has had security issues, and although they are supposedly resolved, I’m reluctant to use their platform because they have not been forthcoming in the past. Unfortunately, almost all the poetry events seem to use that platform.
However, I was able to work around this issue with some help from very understanding people. Instead of attending a local author fair at the library, I recorded video of my author talks and readings. Instead of attending workshops and cons, I shared on social media. Instead of having a Book Release Party, I organized and participated in a Halloween-themed multi-author event via FaceBook Live. I was invited to read for a December event, and the host kindly let me phone in instead of using ZOOM. Instead of selling my books in person, I offered online deals via social media and PayPal.
NOT DONE. Pre-pandemic, I volunteered as an usher on a monthly basis for Ohio Shakespeare Festival, and I wanted to contribute to other things too. For example, years ago I had read for Librivox.org and thought if I reorganized my schedule I could do that as well.
I managed to volunteer this year up until the quarantine began at the end of March, but that was it. Instead, I increased my posting schedule on my Patreon (and made the posts free to view during the pandemic) as a way to contribute supplementary reading material during a difficult time. Little did I realize how long that time would be, and I was eventually forced to scale back to my previous posting schedule.
Submit another poetry collection to a publisher.
NOT DONE. I attempted to compile my second poetry collection earlier in the year. I picked out the poems, printed and gathered them into a folder to experiment with physically rearranging them, and made some progress before the proverbial feces hit the fan. I tried to get back on track a couple times throughout the year, but each time other things came up which took priority.
Publish my poetry collection.
NOT DONE. See above.
Do things that frighten me.
SOME. I am very nervous doing online video, especially live video, but in lieu of a book launch or author events, I participated in several live video and/or audio programs, including some new (to me) such as SpoFest Poetry & Prose and (online) Second Sunday Poets. My anxiety soared before each one, but I was able to disregard this while they were in progress by focusing on what I read and on the other participants.
I did not do any events using the ZOOM app, which I’m afraid to use because of their security issues and lack of transparency. However, I was able to participate in events where other people used ZOOM while I phoned in.
MY 2021 RESOLUTIONS (and my plans to accomplish them):
Finish compiling my second poetry collection.
I’m already partway to this goal, but I need to regain the momentum I lost this past year. But to do that, I need to regain my peace of mind first, which 2020 has shaken, so I’m giving myself a hiatus in January. Then starting February 1st (at the latest) I will start fresh on my already printed poems. I’ll create a schedule with a firm deadline which I’ll stick to religiously. Pacing is important, so the schedule will be light but strict, that way I can always work ahead as I’m inspired.
Submit my second poetry collection to a publisher.
I’m fond of indie presses, for obvious reasons: both my books have been published by them. Also, I know and respect a lot of people who run their own small presses, so I plan to submit to an indie press.
Regain my former schedule.
I’ve lost a lot of steam this year, as well as many of my traditional outlets. With the vaccine on the horizon for the general population, I’m hoping things will slowly get back to normal. When social distancing restrictions relax so libraries, bookstores, and other venues resume their former hours, I will return to my previous monthly activities: volunteering at Ohio Shakespeare Festival and attending poetry events. Obviously, this one depends on forces beyond my control, so I’ll have to see what happens.
Do things that scare me.
I promise to be open to opportunities and not resist them simply because I’m afraid. I started this one when I honestly looked at myself and realized the main thing holding me back from my goals was my own fear. Since I first made this resolution several years ago, I’ve never regretted it.
This year has been hellish for a lot of people, myself included, and while I don’t think the New Year will magically make everything better, I do think things will get better. Although I did not accomplish all my goals, I did the best I could under the circumstances. Venetian Spider Press published my second book, and although I wasn’t able to promote it in person, I did promote it and made some sales. Despite social distancing, I kept in touch with my friends and family.
I know this is a dark time for a lot of people. I really want to end this post on a high note, but I also think it’s important to recognize that; even though you try to focus on the positive, sometimes things just suck. It’s okay to feel bad, and if everything gets too much, it’s okay to seek help.
I’m not ashamed to say I needed help this year. What tipped me off was when I lost interest in books, in reading poetry, and in writing. I’ve loved books since before I could read. I remember annoying the hell out of my mother by asking her to read every sign on the highway, instructions on boxes, and anything else that would help me learn. So when I lost interest in books, I knew I needed professional help.
If you notice yourself having symptoms of depression (such as loss of interest in things that normally give you joy), please seek help. You’re worth it.
Thank you for visiting my blog, and I hope you’ll return in January. I’ll start 2021 with a post about the books I read in 2020, so maybe you’ll find your next great read! In the meantime, stay safe and well, and Happy New Year!
My broken brain
lets memory fall through
the cracks, the fissures
of forgetfulness, crowded out
by newly made imaginings
Drunk on ink
I love to lose control
all sense of time
to the images,
the voices calling out to me
the words I’ve yet
to press into each page
Since today is Black Friday, traditionally the beginning of the holiday season, I thought I’d post something a little more lighthearted. Please, if you need to go out this weekend, be careful. Stay safe and well!
In the interest of Black Friday, I’m also offering
(while supplies last)
BLACK FRIDAY/CYBER SATURDAY ONLINE SPECIAL:
DIRECT FROM AUTHOR ONLY
my poetry collection, Soul Picked Clean
$12 $10 with free shipping within the Continental USA
my short story collection,
An Optimist’s Journal of the End of Days and Other Stories
$29.95 $25 with free shipping within the Continental USA
BOTH BOOKS for $30
with free shipping within the Continental USA
autographed upon request
*Don’t forget to include your mailing address in the PayPal note section, as well as any special instructions if you would like an autographed copy.
**Offer good only Friday, November 27-Saturday November 28th, 2020.
My books are also available through Amazon, although this special deal does not apply to Amazon purchases.
“A Short Series of
Haikus Falling Like Autumn
Leaves through Fading Sun”
Not the burning bush but
a flaming tree ignited
by God’s dying breath
Golden leaves outstretched
to capture sunlight within
this darkened tunnel
Trio of vultures
survey sunken waters from
their damned concrete perch
Deer peer from wooded
shadows, play hide and seek with
sleek metal killers
Bromfield’s ghost haunts
Malabar Farm’s gift shop from
within printed pulps
A roadside market
beckens with the promise
of great hanging gourds
The cliff’s deep beauty,
once its origin is known,
falls like a sharp drop
Daytime’s pattern strobes
across my retinas as
the highway unfolds
A wooly welcome
waits on our concrete driveway
worming its path home
Rhythmic heat beneath
cool sheets steam windows viewing
the summer’s last gasp
The above string of haikus was inspired by a family daytrip to Mohican State Park, with a series of stops along the way.