Thursday, October 1, 2015

Literary Orphans Acceptance

Got another piece accepted by Literary Orphans for a December 2015 issue. I'm thrilled to contribute a second time, with a poem.  I used to write quite a bit of narrative poetry (not so much now)  so I'm happy to find it's appreciated. Editor, Scott Waldyn, referred to this piece as "very unique" and I suppose it is to me like a symphony when I write --these pulses of sounds and beats and images come together in what might be understood as asynchronous, but, really, it represents life and perception, in its messy way. I'm sure that is a cliche. Seems like it has all been done and said at this point. 

WIP: lots of nonfiction essays, articles going on here. One is almost ready to set sail. I have to research the right home for it. I've been tweaking it every day and honestly will miss it once it's out of my hands. 

Novel: at a stand still but will return to it shortly. Loads of editing, rethinking this one. Strange. I'm indecisive. 

Short fiction/poetry: always in the works.

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Friday, August 14, 2015

A Measure of Life

"I have a canvas of cypresses with some ears of wheat, some poppies, a blue sky like a piece of Scotch plaid; the former painted with a thick impasto … and the wheat field in the sun, which represents the extreme heat, very thick too." - Vincent Van Gohh (written to his brother from the asylum Saint Remey, 1898)

Westward Bound

The moment is pressed time, the  heavy shrill, shock of it when fingers first bend and grasp, an audacious charge, a surfacing up and out to a breathing knowing existence akin to the dizziness after a childhood spinning, blindfolded in the center of a bare living room. 
I thought maybe it was natural, me --some form of me --jolted into awareness. Now I suspect it is alien, a presence of foreign, indecipherable substance, this entity that has gripped me, graced me,propelled me into consciousness, whispering a long, long way to go.