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Hello friends, readers, and fellow poets, Since my last Update From the Author way back in January 2019, which you can read and enjoy here, so much has happened. In March, I was published in Blink Ink, a journal dedicated to micro-fiction. The theme? Robots and AI. Perfect for someone like myself who is pursuingContinue reading "An Update from the Author: October...
Hello friends, readers, and fellow poets,
Since my last Update From the Author way back in January 2019, which you can read and enjoy here, so much has happened.
In March, I was published in Blink Ink, a journal dedicated to micro-fiction. The theme? Robots and AI. Perfect for someone like myself who is pursuing both a career in writing and one in the sciences.
In April, I was honored for a poem of mine to be published in Cowboys & Cocktails: Poetry from the True Grit Saloon.
Later on in the year, I was published in Willawaw Literary Journal with the poem “Transit.” (Click on the hyperlink and scroll down for my poem.) In the same month, I was published in Paragon Press’s The Martian Chronicle with two poems – “The Persistence of Memory,” (one of my personal favorites) as well as “Song of the Strawberry Moon.”
I was #amwriting all summer as well – I finished the second book in my Kingdom Come Trilogy. The third book is still putting up a bit of a fight as I try to wrangle it onto the page, but I am confident it will be done by the middle of next year, if not sooner.
I hope to see more publications in the coming months and in the new year. I will keep you updated!
As always, I’d like to end by acknowledging some of my muses, fans, and supporters, which include my mother, my best friend, and my adoptive grandmother, all of whom make life worth living and encourage me to be my best self and to make meaning through words and metaphor and literature.
Top 5 Reads for August 2019 #amreading
Friends, readers, fellow poets and lovers of the written word,
I am writing to share my top five picks (one in each category) for writing books, self-help books, romance, sci-fi, and graphic novels that I have recently read.
I hope you enjoy this new type of content!
The 3 a.m. Epiphany by Brian Kiteley
Happier at Home: Kiss More, Jump More, Abandon a Project, Read Samuel Johnson, and My Other Experiments in the Practice of Everyday Life by Gretchen Rubin
I must confess I had to go back a bit in my reading log to find a romance book! But here is the most recent one that really struck me: The Chaos of Stars by Kiersten White
The best sci-fi I read this summer was Semiosis by Sue Burke.
And, finally, graphic novels:
The Skyward Series – authored by Joe Henderson, among other collaborators.
The Night Train - an experiment in prose poetry.
Here is a place of dense, foggy silences – where women cross their legs at the ankles and silently pray that the man sitting across from them with a smile so sour it could melt metal is not thinking what she knows he’s thinking – where the queer couples spring momentarily apart at the hydraulic hiss of the doors opening, then return, pendulum-like, to one another’s lips, thighs, hips, hands; souls – we sit without speaking; these are the truths we hold to be self-evident – they need not be spoken, lest we invoke their power, they need not be taught in their entirety, lest our children grow up empowered; and though they are written in these, the documents we hold most sacred as a nation, they need not be permanent – let us wash away the words of our forbearers like so much silt from the river – let us swear upon the Styx that life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are about as ephemeral as we – let us vow to our neighbor that we love them as we love ourselves as we lay the foundations of a most glorious wall – the Great Wall is already taken; let us find a name more lasting – good fences make good neighbors, and if you must think differently, please take your place in the queue like a good citizen and hold your peace until further notice – there will never be a good time to say these things, so I’ll speak my truth now – here, amongst the silence and the stillness and the fugue of half-forgotten voices, echoing and returning in the space between us.
'overnight' - a poem by Caitlin Cacciatore
it was finally
the start of the rainy season
yet as I watched the ice thaw
I could not help but notice
through the parting of your curtains
the plants which had died of thirst
You, too, have gazed upon the cool blade of the guillotine they call time...
I only know of the night/ it's not like the moon is too bright/ and too distant all at once...
the silence of peace rang out too late,
too late for me;
the war drums beat their way
into my heart.
I would have written you a love poem,
if only I knew how.
you do understand that I know nothing
of love, don’t you?
I only know of the night.
it’s not like the moon is too bright
and too distant all at once.
that name means nothing to me.
nothing, you hear?
don’t ask me,
I say unto the light,
how to say anything in German.
I simply don’t know.
in fact – don’t ask me a single question about my past.
I am a wandering star.
I don’t know the words
of this song by heart.
it was all a beautiful lie
it was nothing – it meant nothing
it meant everything to you,
the multiplicity of voices counter.
I never get much further than halfway,
Zeno’s paradoxes holding true to the last.
all my sorrows
were as sweet as they are,
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