Kirsch & Kerosene

kirschcoverYesterday was the release day for Kirsch & Kerosene. This book of one hundred poems continues the themes explored in Unlined & Undertakers. It also explores the darker sides of romance and obsession.


A large portion of Kirsch & Kerosene was written during NaPoWriMo 2013 which was my first year participating in the challenge. I hope readers enjoy this work as much as I enjoyed working on it.

Camp NaNoWriMo April/NaPoWriMo 2013 – Last Day!

Today was light on the poetry. Only today’s NaPoWriMo contribution of Cool Water for Kirsch & Kerosene.

The rest of the staggering word count comes from future blog content, notes for the novels in verse, and free writing.

I am very surprised to get to 25K and win Camp NaNoWriMo. It is wonderful that OLL allowed participants to choose their own word goals for Camp this year.

I hope all the other campers out there had fun this month. And if you won, Congratulations!

Today’s Final Counts are:
1 poem for Kirsch & Kerosene
0 poems for Obiter & Oleander
0 pieces for novels in verse
Content for Blog
Some Free Writing
3220 total words
1 NaPoWriMo Post
1 Camp NaNoWriMo Post

Overall Totals for Camp NaNoWriMo/NaPoWriMo:
Word Count: 25,211/25,000
Kirsch & Kerosene: 34 poems written for book total of 68/100
Obiter & Oleander: 38 poems written for book total of 70/100
Cleanse: 2 segments written
Overall Poem Total: 74

NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 30

Cool Water

Cool water wash over me
Calm and cleanse within
Fraught with agonies and sins
Claws deep into burdens be
Straining against glittery highways
Cool water wash over me
Calm and cleanse within
New Wild West strolled by
No clear possibilities here
Privilege ruled years with tears
Seams deep into sorrows be
Fighting off barbed wires
Cool water wash over me
Calm and cleanse within

Camp NaNoWriMo April 2013 – Day 29

It is difficult to believe that tomorrow is the last day of April. Where did this month go? So many grand plans, so little accomplished.

Today’s NaPoWriMo piece is Stitched, for Kirsch & Kerosene, which I wrote yesterday afternoon – also known as ‘the creepy poem’.

Woke up at 5:30am again – after going to sleep at 1:30am – and I tried to go back to sleep but the mind decided to play a single Death Cab for Cutie song on repeat. This disturbs me on many levels. While I do own several Death Cab albums, I hardly ever listen to them. I have no idea what song it is but it was shockingly complete in its lyrics. However, if asked to sing it right now, I won’t remember a single verse. Perhaps it is a sign to listen to Death Cab for Cutie during today’s writing session because something in those songs will encourage my muse. Or is could just be the eternal mystery that is my mind and its functionality especially during sleep deprivation.

Thinking it may also be a Hurt and VAST music kind of day. To be honest, I shouldn’t be contemplating writing right now or working on this blog post. I should have gotten up at 5:30am and hauled my ass outside to do yard work. The yard is in dire need of a cleanup so I can mow it and the garden beds need to be prepped. I am in heavy procrastination mode because of my allergies and lack of lung capability. I’m not going out now as sun, heat, and I do not mix. It is also challenging to get motivated when I know it is suppose to snow tomorrow night after an 80 degree day today. Colorado keeps it interesting. It will not be the first time having snow on May 1st and it will not be the last.

I have yet to partake of caffeine this morning. An oversight to be addressed momentarily then poems…

Finally came across the song – ‘A Lack of Color’ – after listening to snippets of all the Death Cab songs on my iPod. The process also reminded me why I do not listen to their music often. Most of the songs sound the same to me. The lyrics change and nothing else seems too. I like a little more variety in my music. The morning music interlude was just an interlude. The song inspires nothing. Moving on to other music…

By the end of writing time, Obiter & Oleander surpassed the 70 poems mark. Kirsch & Kerosene is quickly catching up with 68. Yesterday was big help in my goal of being done with both books by the end of May.

I wrote a very long post about annoying advertising techniques often utilized by authors. It will be posted on May 5th.

I spent quite a bit time in the afternoon scheduling posts for May. There will still be many posts I end up writing the day they post. It looks like this blog will see 15 posts during the month/start of the ‘blog consolidation’ experiment. I am slightly shocked by this number because I am not a fan of blogging. My thought process is naturally very scattered and fragmented. I think it shows in my blog writing which, in turn, makes me feel some embarrassment. Nevertheless, I continue to blog with no regard toward my mental shortcoming. I tried once to blog in verse. It went well for a few posts then roadblock. I hit that block hard and never again. There are always going to be times where sentences in real paragraphs will have more to say than a poem.

There are all kinds of writers with their own specialties including those with the obviously natural talent for blogging. Poetry remains my one true writing love.

I just realized that the release day for Ink & Ice is quickly closing in. June 11th is not that far away. Most of the editing and formatting work is already done but I want to give it one more read through. Feeling some panic. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

Today’s Final Counts are:
1 poem for Kirsch & Kerosene
1 poem for Obiter & Oleander
0 pieces for novels in verse
Content for Blog
2446 total words
1 NaPoWriMo Post
1 Camp NaNoWriMo Post
Camp NaNo Word Count: 21,991/25,000

NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 29


Heart stitched into my side
Above my scarred hide
Feeling it beating opposite
Of what I expect
Thought it to be an omen
The end to come
Heart stitched into my side
Devoid of blood as
It beats and beats
Reminding me of pain
Over and again
Wish to exist long
Will not bare this omen
If it be such
Must change but how can I
When I forget so much
Of each day
Languishing against rage
At the change to my being
Heart stitched into my side
Had me thinking I may
Die with it above my hide
Here I be with this
Abomination in sight
Heart stitched into my side