Congrats to my friend Anne, who has an ebook of poetry lined up to release at the end of the month, Brutal Wanderer, as announced on her post for the day. She’s a passionate lover of haiku, and I recommend giving her a shot if you like such things too. She also writes a pretty engaging tale from time to time (shudders to the silverfish, however).
holiday music frantic rhythm of a heart 46 days from home ~ click to read full post haiku | november 9
Hello, friends! Today I’m proud as all get out to share links to my book, “Coming of Rage.” It comes available in paperback and e-book from Raw Earth Ink. I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did putting them together. Much love and thanks for your support! Paperback links: lulu bookstore https://www.lulu.com/…/paperback/product-ny256n.html… %5B…%5D
I’m nearly finished with Ray’s book and I already knew he was a great writer (all you have to do is read some of his lengthier comments here to see that he’s got more than a few tales to tell and he does it well). Reading someone like Ray’s writing is a refreshing change of pace from another advanced readers’ copy (ARC) of a book I started a few weeks ago and just couldn’t finish. Where that book was a tedious slog, Ray’s has been more like eye candy in comparison — one or two short stories before I am done, buzzed through in the better parts of two evenings (and not all evening). And… I am (by choice) a slow reader. It’s easy reading, but don’t mistake that comment for implying it lacks depth. Some books almost read themselves and, mostly, Coming of Rage is one of those books that just flows in that vein.
While the first story didn’t vibe with me as much as the rest so far, I’ve found all of the stories relatable. While listed as works of fiction, Ray must have had some similar experiences growing up as I, as he his voice speaks with authority, and I found myself frequently nodding throughout the book so far. Yep, seen (or lived) that situation before was a common refrain in my noggin as I read.
The title story, Coming of Rage, ticked a bunch of boxes from my childhood memories. I was that kid with the collection of action figures at 12 when most kids were looking to be adult before their time, called queer because I didn’t like the same testosterone-oozing things they liked. I may or may not have had a similar experience with a friend, but it felt familiar. I can say that In Search of Dave the Wave was probably my favorite story so far, a tale of an older guy with a history that might have just caught up with him.
It doesn’t hurt that Ray is dropping band names that I enjoyed growing up, many of them not quite in the public eye enough to be household names except in weird homes like mine. It gives many of his stories grounding for me that I don’t typically get when I read.
I earnestly encourage you to pick it up. Skip that doubleshotgrandesoymilkdecafsugarfreeturtlemochanowhipplease and pick up something a little more… real.
Links for purchasing are on the original reblogged post. I purchased my ebook from Google Play because Amazon couldn’t get their shit together for a Kindle copy. Physical copies are available at all kinds of places.
This piece evoked all kinds of memories for me, so it felt very much like anne was writing directly to me (she wasn’t, of course, but that makes it all the more notable for that reason).
Without going into details of my own too far, it conjured up memories: traipsing around Swede Hollow in my 20s, before they’d cleaned it up in earnest and really turned it into a useable park, and memories of fly-fishing for trout along Fishtail Creek in Montana with my great uncle, a man who always had a story to tell (and had a katana from WWII that I always coveted as a child).
Anyway, anne knocks this one out of the park as far as I am concerned. Check it out if you have five minutes to spare in the next few days.
Aidy and her grandfather walk memory lane and get their feet wet in the process. Grief, flash fiction, 5 minutes.
As I’ve been telling folks lately, I’m spreading out a bit to try and get some fresh perspectives on writing and the writing community: some of it via Instagram, some of it via Twitter, some of it with exploring Facebook (but mostly for referrals, rather than writing) — links for all other accounts are in the header, if you are interested.
Chris and I keep surprising ourselves (or, I’m constantly surprised, anyway) and just how often we have something that comes up that one of us will say, “Hey, I remember that” and the other will respond with, “No way! I thought I was the only person who…”
All very odd for two people who have never met in real life, but only in the blogosphere.
It usually is shared music experiences but, not infrequently, we also share some thought processes as well. This is one of those posts/poems that had me bobbing my head in agreement.
Nobody really reads Anymore And I sit here with my pen And page Quartz-white and aching With the longing to be heard With the longing for the scratches Of life and love and pain To leave their trail Like the snails who emerge To the freshness of the rain With a purpose and a will […]
There is a part of me that wishes I had maintained my connections with the Lakota community better than I did when I still had them back in the 90s. A few more inipi (sweat lodge) ceremonies might have forced the unskilled habits I had at the time straight out of my head and I wouldn’t have gotten into the messes I have managed to get myself into since then.
The Daily Addict writes from the heart of a person who is in the never-ending process of recovery and has great wisdom embedded in her daily reflections. As a recovering alcoholic myself, her words have given me cause to reconsider my negative thinking of the day. While the urge to go back to drinking is rarely strong, it is still a siren song that occasionally gets its barbs into me before I can shake them off and her thoughts have given me a “reset” more than once. In recovery or not, you should check her out.
Oh Great Spirit : Whose voice I hear in the winds, And whose breath gives life to all the world Hear me for I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the […]
It was pointed out tonight to me the Quill & Crow Publishing House to me as publisher who might produce content that I’d like to read, so I took a bit of a gander at their site to see what there was to see… I have to admit that I enjoyed all the poems I have read thus far on The Dark Poet Society Blog. I am more than willing to surrender to that particular assessment based on the blog alone, but I fully intend to read the online magazine issues they have published over the next few days, which include articles and short fiction.
A recent poem posted (as of two days ago), penned by David Middleham, is a perfect example of what you can expect to read on their site and I look forward to reading more as time goes on. The full poem can be found after the jump, but here is an excerpt:
Missing you becomes a habit
Faster than drug or elixir
Might find a way inside
This hollow carcass
Echoing still with your eulogy
So we come again
To the broken hearts and vows
Ever left burning
On the same pyre that died with you
I’ve been remiss in not giving Marcilla a shout out, mostly because I haven’t sure exactly how to go about giving Courtley Manor, a Gothic Sims episodic webcomic, the best kind of reblog treatment. Do I point you to the beginning? Or do I introduce you to it the way I started consumed it (jump in headfirst and hope I float, avoiding bonking my head on anything sharp on the way in)?
I’m opting for the latter, I guess, mostly because I like this “frame”.
Anything can and will happen in this series — don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I know a number of people who work in health care and some, specifically, in hospitals. Krista is echoing much of the sentiment that I’ve been hearing from a number of those people with respect to Covid19, especially the two newest variants, articulating her feelings as an internal dialog in this case. Her post hit stuck a nerve with me and I think it is important to get the perspective of people who deal with this day in and day out, instead of those talking heads on the idiot box. Take a moment out of your day and read what she has to say about her thoughts and frustrations on the manner.
Lately, I’ve been writing articles about art and history because those are the topics I am interested in. I like to pretend that I am living in a normal world, so writing such articles is my way of pretending that the world is completely sane. Deep down, my soul is screaming that I am deluding […]