All they’d left were the books, dusty and stained with blood and tears.
Kyth stood among the rubble, tiny pebbles skittering around his boots in a hot wind. The sun glared from the pale, iron sky, unforgiving to any who ventured into this forgotten crevice.
As some of you might know, I have one brother who is a Marine. Another is heading to Marine Boot Camp in three days. So I wrote this poem.
Writing isn’t safe.
And it’s something I end up writing as a free verse poem around the end of last year because there was no other way to put it into words.
Today we have an amazing guest post from the great Kate Flournoy herself. Get used to hearing her name, because whenever she starts publishing her book I’ll be ranting about them all the time.
They’re amazing.
Oh, and for those of you who keep asking, she’s also the one who’s made my book covers.
But I’ll not embarrass her too much today because she’s sprung to the rescue of my own insane schedule and saved us all with her guest post about the power of parallels in writing.
Writing is like magic. Tremendous power that can only be harnessed through the tricks and tactics of the system. Continue reading
Two weeks ago, I rode a train for the first time. Well, Amtrak. The little steam train I rode years ago doesn’t count as a ‘real’ train. It was a nine hour, overnight trip to Pittsburgh. I’ll have more to say about the trip and train in my monthly highlights post, but I did want to share one thing with you all.
I finally expermented with free verse poetry! I’ve tried my hand at free verse once or twice before, but I’ve never studied poetry and have read hardly any. Still, while looking out the window at 3:30 a.m. from the observation car, I decided to give it a go. Here is the result.
