I was honored to have my poem “The Journey” included in the anthology. I was even more honored when reading the other poems. Last night, at the kick-off event, I listened to many read their poems. It was hard reading mine. I wrote The Journey on the year anniversary of my mothers death. It’s a homage to what we sometimes take for granted. To be fair and honest I will admit we argued, there were things we did not agree on. Sometimes I was wrong, sometimes I wasn’t, but the important lesson I learned was is it didn’t matter. We loved each other. At the end, when I said goodbye, it’s the times she held my hand, helped me understand a sometimes cruel world. I am glad I held her in my arms as she passed. I can only hope she heard me tell her how much she helped me on the journey that is my life.
I am proud to say that my short story ‘The Quiet One’ has been accepted by DarkWater Literary magazine. I’ll let you know when it will be available. I have to say my sister ask me if it was true. I’m not telling.
My poem “The Journey” has been accepted in the Rhode Island Bards Anthology. There will be a book launch On June 28th at the Courtyard Providence which means it’s in Warwick. There’s a $5.00 cover charge. I hope you’ll join me.
My poem, The Journey, has been accepted in this years Rhode Island Bards Poetry Review. The launch event will be held at the Courtyard Providence, which of course is in Warwick. It will be held on June 28th at 7:30, doors open at 7. There is a $5.00 cover charge.
My short story , The Quiet One, will be published the DarkWinter Literary Magazine. Things are looking up.
I just sent my latest manuscript to an editor. I think it’s time to make it as polished as I can. It will always be closest to my heart. As I sat at the kitchen table, head feeling like it was splitting in two, when walking to the bathroom was the biggest challenge of my day, I began to think of all those people whose challenges are so much greater than mine. Always wanting to be a man as the women of my generation were powerless, I dreamt of being the man strong enough to face the worst life could give him. I’m glad I didn’t live his life, grateful my challenges have been relatively easy and I’ve moved beyond them. I wish I could recognize evil as he does, and be able to make the differences he makes.
As part of the Friends of the Exeter Library it was an honor to accept the MERITORIOUS FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY Award for our support of the Exeter Public Library. The Library Director kindly submitted our name and we were given the award at the RILA conference. Below are pictures of the award and all but one officer of the Friends group. A heartfelt thanks to Library supporters everywhere.
As is common in most professions, time and experience improves us. Due to this I am re-editing and rewriting Dark Night of the Soul. The story, as well as the concept of how each of us carries darkness and light within, and characters will not change. Tilly will still be there. You know how to reach me, so if you haven’t purchased the book, I will be selling the old edition for $5.00 a copy, plus shipping if necessary. If you have yet to buy, the sale price for the new edition is $10.00. Ebook prices will remain as is.
I am hoping you will consider updating your copy or purchasing the new-improved version. The plan is to have it released prior to the holiday season.
Here’s a small excerpt. For purposes of this post, I’m calling it, Meeting the monster.
Whatever she had planned to say was left unspoken. Snarling, he tore through her tender flesh. He was careful; he did not want this one to die too soon. Pat began to cry. Gregor brought his hand to her face, seemingly to wipe away her tears. Instead he used his hideously long fingernails to slice through her soft cheeks. He tore into the flesh of her thick arms. The pain was so great she could no longer cry. Her eyes rolled back, head falling.
“Not yet.” He tenderly slapped her cheeks, keeping her awake. “You fear me?”
The answer was a whimper. He smiled. “You should fear me more. Your children, I will find them.”
Every Easter I put together a basket for my husband and son. Now I do one for my soon to be daughter-in-law law. I write up 4 clues. They each have-to search for their baskets. Looking forward to tomorrow’s hunt. Of course I do make it hard on myself, the clues have to rhyme. Happy Easter to all my friends.
Here’s one of the clues my son must figure out. Let me know if you know what it is, where he has to look to find the clue.