Presenting… Doll & Discarnate

Today is the release day for the 19th A-Z poetry book, Doll & Discarnate. It is available for Kindle and in Paperback via Amazon.

I will confess that this book was struggle. I wrote a few pieces for it at the end of 2018. The bulk of the poems were written intermittently through 2019 while I was also finishing up Written & Whim. Then 2020 happened, The first two and half months of 2020 were spent being ill with the flu and a cold. The pandemic arrived and grief, worry, and concern became the overwhelming themes to my day and sucked the life out of my creativity (and myself). But thanks to the occasional brief spurt of creativity energy, I managed to come close to finishing Doll & Discarnate. The last few pieces were written in early 2021.

Despite the struggle, I adore the finished product and I am very proud of it. To have this “light”, after so much grief-filled and depressing darkness, is so wonderful and soothing.

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 10

Night’s Dress

Dancer in night’s dress
Spinning the moon
Around in marked misery
Waiting for a lover to come
No longer wants to dance
Only for my memories
Ever sinking in deeper
Still with each footfall
Across unseen stages
Dancer in night’s dress
Tipped with blood I did
Fashion on the edge
Of a rusty razor blade
More delicate than perceived
No longer wanting to dance
Dance for only my memories
Fading into shadows
Reaching out like hands
Of a lover in sweet caress
Reach everlasting for
Dancer in night’s dress

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 9


Undeterred by fascination
With the abundance
Flowing toward self
And pages’ birthright
Where stoics squirm
In embodiment’s shepherd
Deserve more than stagnation
Even in uncharted territory
I map out as I dive
Deep into the oceans abundant
All around me, within me
Currents drifting me further
Into all that I desire
Freedom I do crave
Magnetic and ideal
As we seek each other
In oceans everlasting
Their mission to bring me
To welcoming receptivity

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 8


Shield my face from
A million things I
Wanted to say, to save
Within my tears I
Brought to accentuate demise
Breaking along my calves
Bruising and bleeding myself
Dry to hide lies of others
Pinned too long in my insides
Struggle to remove them
Pins pierce and prick in
Their eager vengeance
Wanting to stay as my flaws
When I just want to be
The song inside lingering
Beneath others’ lies

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 5

Demon Eyes

Her salvation inside demon eyes
Cast a slight toward devotion
Forever a hex upon her tears
Flowing freely into madness
Nocturnally devoid of her destination
Little by little we die asunder
Across her body’s spreading ash
Liberated from darker devotions
I could never commit to ink
Much like the death of self
Damned to be despised by
The dead and their unholy betrayers
Holding hostages among the moonlight
Of her salvation inside demon eyes