Release Day for Hallow & Hearth

This day has been a long time in coming. I started work on Hallow & Hearth at the beginning of 2016 and I finally completed it a few weeks ago. So many factors were involved in the time it took to complete this book. Despite the lengthy duration of writing, I love this book. The poems are beautiful, thoughtful, lovely, delicate, and, occasionally, macabre.

One hundred poems that hike through habitats hallowed, habitats of warmth, habitats where love resides, habitats love abandoned, habitats left in the hold of madness, and habitats left to freeze in the darkness far from the hearth’s fire.

Several of its poems were posted to this blog during NaPoWriMo 2017.

And this poem is one of the recent which has become a favorite:

Had In Mind

Not what I had in mind
When we agreed to be
On the same side
Hoist the same colors in this
Battle against reapers coming
Over rivers, seas, and chasms
To claim their prizes
We harbored inside longer
Then we should have
Forgot the treasure we contain
Once upon a possession
Not what I had in mind
When we agreed to be
On the same side
Hoist the same colors in this
Battle against reapers coming
Whilst I have this sword
Buried deep into my side
Keeping me still and slight as
Daggers peel up my flesh
Tasty treat with a treasure
Filling deep in the middle
Slowly being sought not by
Reapers coming over waters and land
Not what I had in mind
When we agreed to be
On the same side
Hoist the same colors
Now drenched in my blood
You flung around in hunger
Once upon a possession

Hallow & Hearth is available in paperback for $9.99 through Amazon and Createspace, and available as a Kindle ebook for $2.99 or free through Kindle Unlimited.

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Tuesday Tabellion – The Writing Routine

Questions: What is your writing routine? Do you have a writing space?

Answer: I write in the mornings. Not because I am a morning person – far from it – but because I know I will get distracted by other things as the day progresses and I will forget I need to write. It isn’t uncommon for me to go back to sleep after I’m done writing in the morning because ugh, mornings. Sometimes, I do write in the evenings without issue especially if I am at write-in or I’m struck by a really good idea. I try to write everyday but that rarely happens unless it is NaNoWriMo, Camp NaNoWriMo, or NaPoWriMo. Something about the deadline is very motivating toward me getting my butt out of bed and have focus on writing rather than sleeping. I spend a lot of time in coffee shops writing, either with paper and pen or on my laptop, as I am typically most productive away from home since there are fewer overall distractions. When I write at home, I use to have a desk setup for work/writing purposes but over time, I have found it too restrictive so now, I write on my laptop from a small table next to the sofa or I write in a notebook while lying in bed. When the weather wasn’t unpleasant in recent evenings, I went out with a notebook and wrote at the picnic table that was installed in June at my apartment building. I find that enjoyable and will continue to write there as weather and neighbor usage of the space allows. Anubis does not enjoy this evening writing venture outdoors without him. On the fourth evening of my writing time out there, he discovered my whereabouts. (The bedroom window overlooks the yard space with the table.) He spent the entire hour and a half meowing intermittently and glaring at me – this from a cat who is practically mute. Never had my writing been met with such judgement, disdain, and disapproval. Anubis now just glares at me until I look at him then he meows his displeasure. Sorry, my indoor-only feline overlord.

Tuesday Tabellion – Who Is?

Question: Who is the ‘he’ and who is the ‘she’ in your poems?

Answer: This answer largely depends on the context of the poem and the reader’s perception. Some poems – especially those written early on – do have a specific person attached to them. The poems which came to make up Russian Hymns are about a fictional character named Zephyr. Unlined & Undertakers and Zephyr & Zinc pay homage to Zephyr as well. A few poems after Russian Hymns, Zephyr & Zinc, and Unlined & Undertakers also reference him. Typically, these later poems make note of hymns. Why he sings hymns remains a mystery to me. Zephyr, at his core, is not a nice person and only gives the illusion of being wholesome, loving, better than he is. In some ways, he has evolved to be the general meaning of ‘he’ in a lot of poems. There are times where I think Zephyr has always been ‘he’ but grew to be more of a solid entity then returned to a more incorporeal state of existence as words and emotional needs are fickle. Predominately, ‘he’ and ‘she’ are a reference to creativity or to some personification of a harbinger of dying/death. Again, which is which depends on context and perception. I am not always sure myself and I wrote the poems. I am certain there are times where ‘he’ and ‘she’ are a direct reference to death but I can never seem to pinpoint the exact poems in which this occurs.

NaPoWriMo Day 30 – Hymns Pristine

Hymns Pristine

Choose to believe in the hymns
You once sweetly sung from
My misplaced bedside
Until horrid silence descended
Making us fragile china dolls
Where we try to remember
Breezes by closed windows
Will not confess we’re scared
To be alone in silence
Hymns kept us safe from
Passing into oblivion and
Each other as the ground
Remembers all we meant
Our days numbered and sequenced
So I choose to believe
In the hymns pristine
You once sweetly sung from
My bedside engulfed in flames

NaPoWriMo Day 29 – Hear Her

Hear Her

Curse the fog rolling in
She disappeared into
Claim you didn’t hear her
Scream out for us
When the fog came in
Promised we would live
Forever in dance, an expense
We could afford if we ignored
The fog threatening
She could not ignore
Curse the fog rolling in
She disappeared into
Claim you didn’t hear her
Scream out for us
Even as it echoes through
Forever in the fog rolling

NaPoWriMo Day 28 – Nation

Nation

Trip through the land
A nation without a flag
To wrap around its wounded
Whore of a sight handing in
Change by telephone disconnected
Never to know the score
Trip through the land
A nation rife with disease
Creeping amongst the populace
Where the children lack future
Change by telephone disconnected
Lost allegiance to dreams lukewarm
Trip through the land
A nation without a flag

NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Howling Moon

Howling Moon

Death paled to compare in rites
As her sweet breath gave up its disgrace
Beneath the howling moon tinged red
Harbinger of her goddess-like nature
Coming to a suspicious end
Death paled to compare in rites
Goddess came to mourn
Their own taken dark too soon
Gasp at the last strings of fate
Tying them hastily, shredding
All the while the moon drips red
As her sweet breath gave up its disgrace
Beneath the howling moon