Author: pattimouse

Patricia Harris- Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog And for a reading list of her books go to https://books2read.com/rl/PatriciaHarris And as Serena Mossgraves - Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves

Friday, really?

This has been a crazy month so far. Fae Corps is releasing 4 anthologies on the 31st, and I have been busy getting them ready for release. Then I get a seasonal crud. So I have been sick for the last two days.

I am starting to feel better and I look into the blogs (as I am often the one that maintains the Fae Corps blog). I did a few planned posts and decided to read the blogs that I follow to find a few to spotlight. Y’all! I literally had an angry comment on one of the shared posts claiming that I posted it without permission. I have taken the post down, unfollowed the blog in question, and blocked them so I will not accidentally see them and reblog anything by them.

I was under the impression that reblogging gave the post more reach. Which seems like more people seeing what you wrote is better? I don’t know.

I am not going to dwell on this. Instead I will let you know that we have a newsletter now (see the Fae Corps blog). We are always looking for stories and poems to feature on both. I like to link directly to the persons site when I feature people.

I have a few more people in our author spotlight file to still post on the blog… I have not forgotten. Once the meet the author for the new anthologies are done I will be returning to focus on those.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Aviva – E*V*I*L

Lyrics – I’m sorry
Somebody hurt ya
When you were younger
But why’d you take it out on me?
Now you’re over, soon you’ll see
I forgive ya
It’s not your fault you’re
So frickin evil
Spreading lies about you and me
Tore it down, made it seem easy
What’s the way to Heaven?
Now you’ve found a way to sell it
You thought I’d lay down and die
But it’s my turn now to start the fires
You’re E-V-I-L
You burn this place to Hell
But it don’t matter when you’re dead
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends
E-V-I-L, they’re all under your spell
But it won’t matter when you’re dead
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends
E-V, E-V-I-L, E-V, E-V-I-L
But it don’t matter when you’re dead
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends
Your problems are not my problems you’re forgettin’
Cannot change who you are inside
You let it out let your dark run wild
I know it
Wasn’t my fault
I can’t believe though
That you think you have escaped me
I’ll hunt you down, just you wait and see
What’s the way to Heaven?
Now you’ve found a way to sell it
You thought I’d lay down and die
But it’s my turn now to start the fires
You’re E-V-I-L
You burn this place to Hell
But it don’t matter when you’re dead (don’t matter)
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends (don’t matter)
E-V-I-L, they’re all under your spell
But it won’t matter when you’re dead (don’t matter)
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends
E-V, E-V-I-L, E-V, E-V-I-L
But it don’t matter when you’re dead
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends
E-V, E-V-I-L, E-V, E-V-I-L
E-V, E-V-I-L, E-V-I-L (E-V-I-L)
You’re E-V-I-L
You burn this place to Hell
But it don’t matter when you’re dead (don’t matter)
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends (don’t matter)
E-V-I-L, they’re all under your spell
But it won’t matter when you’re dead (don’t matter)
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends
E-V, E-V-I-L, E-V, E-V-I-L
But it don’t matter when you’re dead
Won’t save you now ’cause we’re not friends

My 2 cents – this song has been stuck in my head for 2 weeks now. It has a catchy rhythm to the music. The message behind it is strong.

A Trio of Coffee

Photo by Valeriia Miller on Pexels.com

Not only is my poem live on Coffee House Writers, but two of my best girls have new on there too.

My Poem: https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-puppeteers-strings/

My Girl Redbird’s Story part: https://coffeehousewriters.com/an-unconventional-love-story-part-iii/

And My Friend Tish’s : https://coffeehousewriters.com/jazzys-selfie-time/

So enjoy the read!

Monday Poetry

So, it’s Saturday

I know that I missed all last week.

I have been struggling with files for four anthologies. Trying to get it all to shine. I have been fighting my own self doubt. I have been working on trying not to feel like I have to do it all.

That is probably the worst thing about me, that feeling like I have to do it all, like I can’t lean on anyone else or I will burden them. Because I am, in my own mind, never good enough. I work extra hard to attempt to be seen as even half of the capable as the others around me. And then I end up intimidating the ones that I admire. Intimidating and hurting, because they end up feeling that they cannot possibly do as much as I do. While I am feeling that I am a screw up because I am dropping balls that I should have never tried to carry at all.

Balls bounce, and I can often grab them in rebound, but the hurt… I regret that. I try to be a good person. I try to do everything right… Even though I often do not have a clue what right actually is. So sometimes all that I can do is see the balls drop, and apologize for causing the hurt.

I read somewhere that the truest apology was changed behavior. This is where I truly fail. I try. But in some ways it is like an addiction. I have to put myself in that mess. I have to try to be the one that is doing the overwhelming of myself. It is my toxic trait.

Because I want to be seen as amazing… And there is the voice in the back of my head that is always going to tell me I am not.

That voice we all have. It’s mean. It bullies us into believing the lie… AND it is a lie. I am not worthless. I am talented and I am loved. I have been improving at art, writing, cover design, and publishing. I have been improving with all of my skills that have been a struggle… Except for dealing with interpersonal relationships.

I am sorry for those who I hurt when I am dropping the balls. I am sorry for the heartache that I cause in those who love me. I am not going to say that I will try to do better, because I should not lie, even to myself. However I will say that when I am struggling with the mental gremlins, and fighting for the strength to share the load… I am so very grateful that I have you all in my life.

You are amazing. You all keep me going. And I only hope that my own stubborn nature will not end up pushing you away.

Releasing Soon! Preorder!

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Wordless Wednesday

Cal for Submissions – personal.

Ok. I am doing this as a personal project. I am putting together my grandmother’s stories and poetry my boyfriend’s grandmother wrote. But I want it to reflect the wisdom of all grandmothers. So here is my request.

Do you have a story that you remember your grandmother (abuela) telling? Or a bit of poetry they wrote that you would love to see in print? Try submitting it for this anthology. I am busier than I have any reason to expect – so I am setting the deadline for December first with a expected publishing date of the first of January.

I am also accepting art. I only ask that it is from your grandmothers. And that you are able to give consent for me to publish it.

To submit email the creation and a small introduction (preferred with a picture) of your grandma who created it. The address for this is authorpoetpatriciaharris@gmail.com

The above image will be the cover. I realize that this is gender biased. I feel like I have more from the amazing women who I am decended from than I do the men. And since I have been wanting to honor my maternal grandmother… This was born. Maybe I will someday do a call for grandfather lore… But first I need to do this.

Also… Notice that this is not a Fae Corps Inc project. There is a couple of reasons. One – this is a very personal project. I have been wanting to do it for a little while. Two – Fae Corps Inc has projects planned for the next two years. I will be posting the next call for submissions for them in November. The deadline for it will be after the first of the year. I want to release this with the new year.

Tuesday Tunes

A day for me to discuss music

Lyrics Hello? (Hello? Hello? Hello?)Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numbI have become comfortably numbOkay (okay, okay, okay)
Just a little pinprick
There’ll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to goThere is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb

My 2Cents
the weather is changing, so I am fighting a seasonal cold. That includes meds that make my head feel like it is filled with cotton. This song has always seemed extra trippy to me. So since I am trippy on cold meds regardless of my desire to have a functional head….I figured it was a good one to share with you.

Coffee house writers The poet

https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-poet/