The words that drip from your tongue burn deeply into the soul, Caustic like the acid, Perhaps I am lost in a fog of the brain melted by what you had to say...
I stand here broken, wondering if I have made many the wrong choice, Walking through the acid rain... for someone who will never see the damage inflicted. For the one who will always cause me pain.
so I have been seeing a shift in the social media popularity as of late. I figure it is a natural thing but it means that it might be time to put my list of where to find me out there again . These are just me. I will probably be doing Serena next week. probably Fae Corps Publishing another day.
Facebook(mouseypoet or my personal page is pattimouse)
bluesky(pattimouse)
Instagram (pattimouse)
LinkedIn (pattimouse)
X (although I really don’t check it anymore )(pattimouse)
Twitch (Dedrasfirekiller)
Deviantart (Brokenangelmom)
Tumblr (pattimouse)
Mastodon (pattimouse.mastodon.social)
TikTok (pattimouse)
reddit (pattimouse)
Pinterest (pattimouse)
Email (authorpoetpatriciaharris@gmail.com)
linktr.ee probably has more because I feel like I have forgotten something. I don’t check the majority of them often but I do check.
BTW if you think there’s a theme in my social media …I did it on purpose for the most part. Deviant is older than the publishing so that one is different from the rest. Twitch is not book related so I wasn’t sure if I needed it to be the same. (Dedrasfirekiller is also my Skype name but I don’t even have the app on my phone)
Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need We get a little restless from the searching Get a little worn down in between Like a bull chasing the matador Is the man left to his own schemes Everybody needs someone beside em’ Shining like a lighthouse from the sea
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Face down in the desert Now there’s a cage locked around my heart I found a way to drop the keys Where my failures were
Now my hands can’t reach that far I ain’t made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone I know that in my weakness I am strong, but It’s your love that brings me home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
And when you call and need me near Sayin’ where’d you go? Brother, I’m right here And on those days when the sky begins to fall You’re the blood of my blood We can get through it all
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re feelin’ low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home
Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home Be the one to light the way Bring you home
This last week has been something out of the twilight zone. One of the Authors from the anthologies (J.Milton Case II AKA Uncle NEcRo) passed away. Jenny’s Cat passed away. To be honest I don’t handle death well on a good day…but this was just too much. Add in the holiday and I ended up sick. So, I am just today trying to get a little bit of work done. As I feel like I have done naught but sleep for the last week.
Trying to get all the books up on Ingram (for author copies) and Payhip (to give another ebook option) had me going over how many books I have published. I started publishing my poetry books in 2010 and started the company of Fae Corps in 2020. There are 23 anthologies out for Fae Corps. That doesn’t even include the individual authors who have been published by us. That is just surreal.
There is a lot I have learned along the way. My kid keeps yelling at me because I am so willing to share what I know freely. They say I should be charging for my time at least. And I suppose they are right, but it is so hard to see this stuff as something to charge for. I would not even know what to charge.
is it too much to light a single candle, to illuminate the world one small light at a time?
One Candle to fight the darkness, one Candle to push the dreary away. I am not trying to rid the world of all the darkness, That is too much for me to try, I just want to push some light into the world so that I might see. One Candle is enough for me.