The Poem Of Us.

I thought the ghost had been settled by my love;
The zombie healed by the same.

I saw hide nor hair.
I breathed easy.
But it was too soon.

Displaced and replaced.
I felt the chill.
Heard the cry.
Saw the darkness.

Displaced and replaced.
The undead is coming.

Perhaps...
It's my fault.
Aggravated by my hints.
Obvious hints of false forgiveness.

The ghost felt the chill.
The zombie heard the cry.
The undead saw the darkness.

Although...
It lied too.
At fault for false apologies,
Misdirection and the wrong remorse.

No contrition?
No redemption!

The ghost is not welcome,
But it must stay.
I will not heal the zombie;
For it did not heal me.

The Old School Way

       When I first started writing, I was just a kid. I wrote all my stories and poems down in notebooks. Once I even filled up five five subject notebooks with a story that my friends, to this day, will still call me up and ask to read. Notebooks and pens were the ultimate gift for me. Christmas, birthdays and any other occasion in which a gift was to be given, my family knew that either of the two would be perfect for me.
       Then one day I came home from school and learned that my mom had purchased a PC. Notebooks continued to pile up and clutter my room, but I was in love with the ease the keyboard provided me with it's oh so special backspace key and the cut and paste functions that allowed me to rearrange a scene without rewriting the paragraphs entirely. Since that day all my stories have been written and saved on computers, though I would never even dream of constructing a poem on Word (Way too intimate for technology).
       However, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. No doubt that has something to do with being published for the first time at the end of last month. I've been thinking about how I started writing and how good it made me feel to steal away with my characters and bring them to life in pretty notebooks, using fancy pens and pencils with colorful heart shaped erasers stuck on the end. I miss rubbing my index and middle fingers together after a long session and feeling that tingling soreness of my writer's bump. I could probably reminisce about this all day, but I'm going to stop here and crack open my new notebook because the next story I write will be done the old school way.

Stampede of The Muses

         




       Usually I have so many ideas in my head that I can't write anything. My muses sing, dance and play for me all the time (except when I'm actually writing though, of course, because they are very sensible beings). Today two voices stood out in the all chaos and demanded my attention. Since Misters Caesar Kincaid and Shaun Damon won't have it any other way, I guess I had better start writing...

Second Chances Book Trailer!!

Check out the trailer for Second Chances!! It's pretty awesome...

Bottom Drawer Publications

Check out my new publisher's website here!

Being Published in Second Chances Anthology

My first published work entitled Better Together will be included in the Second Chances anthology courtesy of Bottom Drawer Publications!!