Humanity is but another Unknown thing Making the poets speak. All about the possibility Never understanding the truth.
Someday I will speak instead about How much I understand All the things that make humans Poetry. Even then I will be wrong, Definition is impossible.
Vaguely unreal is as close in English as I might be capable. Referring to the entire race Somehow as having any voice Even though they don’t understand themselves.
Okay as a prompt… This is a hard one. Haiku is very specific. It has 5 syllables then 7 syllables and lastly 5 syllables and it must have a natural reference… Boy that new intern has set up a challenge!
Okay as a prompt… This is a hard one. Haiku is very specific. It has 5 syllables then 7 syllables and lastly 5 syllables and it must have a natural reference… Boy that new intern has set up a challenge!
I found out (thanks to one of my authors there) that the covers are not appearing on the sites for the indie bookstores in Canada. So I am working to get that fixed.
I have several books in the manuscript stage. This is where I am dealing with Formatting, editing and making sure that all the details are right before I publish them. Which is tiring all on it’s own.
I got distracted by a new story. I was doing well writing the Sea Wytch…but I got invited to submit to an anthology Fractured Mind Publishing is Doing…and it is out of my normal genre. And I am scared to death of messing it up…but I am enjoying the writing. It is flowing, and I am trying to make it work.
If I get accepted it will be a February release. I will be sure to post more on here as it is known to me. (of course this is a Serena thing.)
I wrote another Bedtime tales book for release next year. (That is a Patricia thing..)
And the poetry has been happening.
With all of that plus the normal publishing stuff…and the housekeeping that I have to try to keep up with…I am exhausted.
Why do we grow out Of saying the most fun Things that can come to mind?
Hurry up and save the toothbrush, Avoid the trip to the planet Made of stench and stinky feet… Be made of turtles if you need to. Why did you stop talking to The monsters in the closet anyway?
Kids understand the world, The wonders that keep it alive… So though they say some of The strangest things, I think the kids see more than Anyone else does in a lifetime.
*Poet’s note. This is absolutely inspired by my friend Jenny’s Dante. She messaged me three things that he said and it reminded me of the moments when my kids were little…and I realized that kids have a magic that we tend to forget by the time adulthood comes.
34 felony counts and still allowed to be the republican nominee for president. He cannot even vote but he could be elected president?
40+ Anti trans bills – just in Missouri.
And that was just what filtered through social media.
There was more but I am trying to not bring others down to the level I am finding myself. I don’t like what humanity is becoming.
The urge to become the witch in the woods grows greater with each passing day.
So I have buried myself in books. Reading because I have been unable to write all week. Instead of Artsy fartsy thursday I think I will tell you about the three lovely books I have gotten to read recently.