The Poetry Corner featuring Kelcey Rockhold

Good morning everyone, and welcome to this week’s Poetry Corner! Please welcome Kelcey Rockhold!🙂

The First River – Rockhold

Hungry for the earth, the air
An ancient man traveled, grey haired and sun beaten, his chest heavily heaving.
He walked on a path that pulled and strayed him
Making his way past the familiar “DO NOT ENTER” sign
To the river he hoped now flowed, laid smooth with moss rock.

Swallows sang in the branches that hung overhead
A tangle of shade as he made his way through grass
To the slope of the river’s edge.
Kneeling into the hard-hearted ground,
He looked down into an empty casket miles long, bone dry.

Weary, he licked his chapped cracked lips and tripped
And a bramble thrashed his face.

Too many faces.
Thoughts polluted his focus, and the man quickly lost his way.

He tried desperately to find his way to the path from where he’d come
Only to find that he had taken the wrong one.
Panic filled his lungs, a vaporous gas he could not escape.

Darkness crept in slowly with each horrific memory
Reminding him of every single one he was walking the world to rid himself of.
They followed him, the tireless ghosts.

Every woman. Every child. Every man.

Chased by his past from his farmhouse east of where he’d walked
The tormented man stumbled back towards the empty riverbed instead.

Each gaunt face filled his mind,
As the Star of David lit the screams of anguish,
Bunk-beds filled with fear, the daily march.
His endless uniformed watch, his stone still chest, standing statue faced.
The barbed wire gates that offered no way out,
Not even now;
The prison keeper found he’d become the imprisoned.
On this dim night as the old man desperately sought his way
Passing by signs he’d earlier hung, he tore them down one by one,
An ode to what was needed no more. “KEEP OUT,” piling them like bodies
Refusing to let tears rip the skin on his well worn face.

With the flick of a match he’d kept near his breast, he set the signs aflame.
Light hit his face; his grief masked by the smoke that was too familiar, even now.

Gently pulling out a well worn photo of a woman in white,
He held it tenderly the way he had held her on cold nights, the flames around her vivid, angelic…
Remembering the creak of her step in the farmhouse hall he could recall her greying hair,
The way she had looked at him with questioning eyes when his own were far away.

He had on his person a timepiece holstered and untouched for many years, a Luger 9mm.
Such a small token of power to drop hearts full of holes to the ground.
The steel trigger warning that would blaze like the fire before him,
The shots fired bringing silence to onlookers,
Obedience to the starved, the living dead.
Too many shots resounded in his past that he could not recall the first body to fall.

He looked at the photo once more, before a Bang tinged it the color of love.

At dawn the sun crested on the casket of the empty bed,
Illuminating the first river it had seen in years
Flowing slowly from him
The black and white and red of his life; the ache of soul.
His memories now drifted away, pistol in hand.

Powerful poem, Kelcey. Thank you so much for sharing!🙂

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The Poetry Corner featuring Vic Tomlinson

Good morning and welcome to this week’s Poetry Corner! Please join me in welcoming back Vic Tomlinson!🙂

Birds by Vic Tomlinson

Birds sing and chirp
as morning dawns.

They fly here and there
and alight in the trees.

They are music to my ears,
a cacophony of sounds.

The Mocking Bird is my favorite
for it imitates the others.

If only I could fly wherever I wanted,
and make those beautiful sounds.

Awesome poem, Vic, Thank you so much for sharing!🙂 I can’t tell you how many times I dreamed of flying like a bird. An eagle is my favorite. There’s something so awesome about soaring without fear and seeing so much below.🙂

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Cover Reveal: The Sword and the Flame: The Rebirth

Hello everyone!

I have some awesome news I’d like to share with you all.

As some of you may have noticed, I shared the cover for my fifth Sword and the Flame novel, The Rebirth, a couple of days ago to my newsletter subscibers, and today, I wanted to share it with all of you. I hope you like it as much as I do.🙂

While this has taken me longer than I had originally planned, I can’t wait to see the adventures on Pyrain continue in mid-October. Can you tell I’m psyched?😀

I’d like to take a minute to thank the amazing RJ Keith for the cover. She’s beyond awesome, and I highly recommend her if you’re in the market.🙂

Alrighty, time for what you’re all here for.🙂

Blurb: In a time of strife, it’s up to an unlikely hero to help the world of Pyrain heal.

Reh Venata’s journey continues as she seeks her destiny and justice with the help of unlikely friends and the Phoenix, the one God willing to interfere to maintain hope and peace.

The table is set and the players are moving into position. All that’s left is the Rebirth of Hope.


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Meet Author Christy Nicholas

Looks like an awesome book.🙂

This Writer's Life

Say hello to Christy Nicholas who’s in the Hot Seat today. She’s currently doing a book tour to promote her latest book titled Mythical Ireland.
Be sure to leave a comment because Christy is awarding a $20 Amazon gift card to a randomly selected reader-

MEDIA KIT Author Photo

MEDIA KIT Mythical Ireland by Christy Nicholas - 1600 - 300dpi

Currently Reading….
The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. Evans-Wentz – in research for a guide to Mystical Scotland! The author travelled the countryside, getting fairy stories from the folk in the villages, all around 100 years ago.

Currently Watching
I mostly watch BBC shows, I’m a horrible anglophile. I’m catching up on back episodes of Masterchef UK, even though I can’t cook to save my life. My husband is a chef, though, so I don’t have to.

Guilty Pleasure…Travelling to Ireland, seriously! I’m addicted. I go even when I can’t really afford to do so.

Best Advice You Ever Got… Learn…

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The Poetry Corner featuring Ed Ireland

Good morning and welcome to another installment of The Poetry Corner! Please join me in welcoming Ed Ireland and his poem, Alone In A Crowd.

Alone In A Crowd by Ed Ireland
Day into night then back into day
foolishly laughing his existence away.
Never listening to anything he might say.
They don’t care to speak, just want play

Cold and uncaring, thoughtless and cruel,
deathly silence is their horrible tool.
Never worried about the thoughts of a fool.
Silence is now their miscreant rule.

Curse his existence, wish he was dead
cut out his tongue then rip off his head!
Shatter his face with a pipe made from lead!
Do what you must, erase what was said.

But death is too ruthless, gaudy, and final.
There’s much more harm in speaking denial.
Shun him instead till his life starts to shrivel,
the verdict is passed without jury or trial.

So night into day then back into night,
they scurry along and hide from the light.
Never knowing or caring or doing what’s right.
The crowd passes by as he fades from sight.

He was never one of them, he had no call
There was no passion in the words he would scrawl.
But deep into his heart they had no sight at all,
they laughed and gloated as his words would fall.

And so it is ended! he muttered out loud,
But I’ll not be defeated or placed in your shroud!
Here I shall stand defiant, dignified, and proud!
But despite his speech he remained alone in a crowd.

About the poem: The lone rebel, the last voice of reason. In past times killed for his views while today he is simply dismissed. Branded as a lunatic at best, he is dismissed and avoided…shunned by his peers.

Amazing poem, Ed!

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Publishing: Seeing things as they are

Some excellent tips!

C h a z z W r i t e s . c o m

A few friends of mine are pinning their hopes on literary agents and traditional publishing contracts. Independent publishing is not for everyone so I don’t try hard to dissuade them. Traditional publishing is not for me, but people have their reasons. No need to rehash the why. Let’s delve deeper into building a better how.

If you go hunting for a contract with an agent or publisher, know the game and the real odds.

  1. Many people call themselves agents. They are not all equal. Research them so you don’t waste time sending book proposals to people who do not have the connections and talents you require.
  2. If you find the right person, make sure your work fits their submission guidelines.
  3. Check out the agent’s social media presence. How do they talk about writers they reject? Is snark their brand? If they are obnoxious to those they turn away, they’ll eventually be obnoxious to you…

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Networking Part One: Starting the Process

Good morning, everyone!

I’ve been thinking about doing a networking series for a while now, so I thought I’d start this month with Starting the Process.

One of the most underrated parts of writing is networking.

Some of those starting out think it’s easy or people will come to them, and other that have been writing for awhile look at it like a waste of time, or something better left until later or never and want to let someone else do it.

I’m the first to admit that networking is hard. It’s time consuming and many attempts can be fruitless endeavors. The frustration runs high before we find what works for us. In time, we learn what works and streamline our endeavors and grow our brand.

Sounds a bit like the publishing and editing, doesn’t it?

Continue reading here.

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