You'll have to excuse me if the NaPoWriMo post for day 9 is delayed. The proof copy of my first collection, The Summer King, arrived today! I was so nervous, I actually put it down and picked it up a couple of times before opening it. (Correction: before my friends demanded that I stop mucking …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 8
untitled Down the hillside to the creek and the bellbirds singing their one mad song. A homestead gone so long all that remained were the things they'd planted. An orange tree, high laden and heavy. I remember thorns, branches grazed by cattle, and the scent of tobacco-bush. You took me down to the water, taught …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 7
Raising the Admiral Frankly, I blame the goldfish, but who else could man a fleet so far from sea? Apart from me? It came to nothing. No, to less than less than that. The Iowans were waiting, and now Nebraska’s burning. Oh farewell, farewell, the endless fields of corn, where I dreamed of ships and …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 6
untitled Setting sun, this shadow-gathered dusk in her eyes – she who taught me to read is lost. Long night after night, the words seep into pages, become river-mist, dissolve away by dawn. A broken cloud, her mind become a tangled skein of thought and blindness. She calls me by my mother’s name, asks the …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 5
Yes. Not a good weekend. Kindest regards I have noticed that you say you mean no harm quite often. That you drop your eyes and voice, and offer up your open palms. I’ve watched sincerity climb out and seat itself there, purring like a cat. I am aware you say you mean no disrespect …
A Dark Feathered Art 