Category: Serena mossgraves published

Thoughts

Book Discussion

I occasionally get introspective.

I keep a list of my personal books I have written as a guide to remind me of my own accomplishments. There are days where I don’t believe that I am worthy. That list helps me find my own worth on days where it feels like it doesn’t exist.

Now I have been told that my personal book list is daunting. I have been doing this publishing thing since 2010…and I still have a nasty case of imposter syndrome.

Most people who read my blog know that I write as Patricia Harris and as Serena Mossgraves.

Serena Mossgraves currently only has 11 books published. Not terribly daunting, but I can see it would be slightly intimidating .

Patricia Harris however has a bibliography of epic proportions. I counted 68 books published under that name. yeah it’s daunting.  I have been doing better than I thought.

Sometimes I just need to remind myself that I have been doing things of worth.

multi media multi genre okay explain

FAQ

I end up claiming to be a multi media artist and a multi genre writer and I think it confuses people.

so I will try to explain…

Art covers pencil drawings, watercolor painting, clay sculpture, acrylic paintings, digital paintings, cover design, jewelry design, resin art, crochet, plastic canvas, oil pastels and other things that I have yet to explore. I have been known to do candle making, macrame, sewing projects…and each of the projects were for me a form of art.

I know how to make books by hand. I can do Calligraphy. I can bake my own bread. Art is subjective. I am not one to limit myself to one medium.

I list myself as a multi genre writer as I have published nonfiction , poetry, and children’s books as Patricia Harris and horror, Gothic Poetry, and dark fantasy as Serena Mossgraves. I don’t think that is too confusing.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Moonlight Muse

by Serena Mossgraves

As the moonlight illuminates

the world around me,

that is when my muse awakens.

Though the whole world

is closing its eyes,

and I find myself wanting

to settle in weak and weary…

    the muse is insistent

          I pickup the pen

            and bleed again .

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Snuffed

by Serena Mossgraves

the candle flickered softly
till the snuffer was brought forth.
the illusion of knowledge
given to the world is stripped
as the light fell from the eyes
of the innocent when truth was seen.

perhaps the snuffer has uses,
the world darkness does need…
the light has uses and knowledge
can be gleaned by leaving
the innocent to see.

world poetry day

Poetry

Hindsight

by

Serena Mossgraves

The way hindsight blinds,
kindness hidden by fear,
and friendship torn apart
by the illusion of what
the mind perceives.

Perhaps hindsight is twenty twenty,
but with no light to illuminate
seeing through the dark
can be an impossible thing.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Under the Street Light

by Serena Mossgraves

the cold sets glistening

the ones that live

under the street light.

with no roof above them

the light exposes the

darkness below.

no home, no warmth,

the night is just another thing

to harry the broken soul along .

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Shame

by Serena Mossgraves

sitting in the dark
thumbing though
shame drenched
memories.

Wishing I had
a light to
illuminate the
truth in what
was just me.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

When Death came in

by Serena Mossgraves

we welcomed him with a smile
for the cards had laid clear,
when death came in
we all awaited him.

now please don’t worry
please don’t fear,
death was not the end at all
it was the choice to start again.

when death came in
the walls would fall,
and the ghosts would be
no longer drowning us
in a waterfall made of
memories and sin.

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Moonlight Muse

by Serena Mossgraves

As the moonlight illuminates
the world around me,
that is when my muse awakens.

Though the whole world
is closing its eyes,
and I find myself wanting
to settle in weak and weary…
    the muse is insistent
          I pickup the pen
            and bleed again .

Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Pull the strings

by Serena Mossgraves

The political voice
spreading propaganda
is putting more darkness
out across the land.

It is time again for us
to light up the world
with a creative plan.

Turn on the light,
spread joy as far
as you can.
pull the strings
on the last lamp
and illuminate the lies
before they take hold.