Poetry posts and Review of Events

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This morning my post is up on the Writer’s Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.  It’s a song lyric from my first Shredded Orphans novel “Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans”.  Check it out here:


In other news, I had two great events in the past few weeks.  At the end of April I had a delightful time with 14 other authors at a book signing at the University Bookstore in Mill Creek.  It was a fun evening filled with books and food.

The other was my very first book reading at the Neverending Bookshop in Bothell.  It was  so nice to see everyone who turned out for it and the owner, Annie, did a great job of setting up for the event and making me feel welcome and comfortable.  I read the first chapter of “Space Tripping with the Shredded Orphans“, part of “The Shredded Orphans and the Space Pirates” and a smattering of poems from “Requite Me: Poems of Love Jealousy and Angst“.  The two hours just flew by.  Also, there were brownies and banana muffins.  What more could you want?

Happy Little Poetry Month and National Library Week #PoetryMonth #NationalLibraryWeek

I hope you are all enjoying April, its showers and poetry month.  Here is a link to three years ago my first post where I had a full month of poems to celebrate.  They were great and I had a lot of fun doing it.  If you’re looking for some of my poetry, you can find traces in both my Shredded Orphans novels or a complete book of it in Requite Me: Poems of Love, Jealousy and Angst.   Click the picture below

Requite Me Front green

This week is also National Library Week, so celebrate by heading to your local library and availing yourself of their many resources.  Here’s an article about how libraries are good at fighting fake news and the current state of the library.

It’s so important these days to have information, knowledge, available to the people, so we can make our own informed decisions, which is why this news story saddens me.  Click the link and scroll down to the post about Mexican newspapers closing due to the assassinations of journalists in order to suppress news.  I grew up in the 70’s and somehow I feel the world has gotten worse, more violent.  Maybe it’s just that the 80’s were so much fun?

And what could be more fun than Cyndi Lauper?


Happy Poetry Month and Have Fun!


April is National Poetry Month! #npm16

Happy National Poetry Month!


Two years ago, I did a marathon blog of posting one poem a day for the entire month.  It was a blast, but a little nuts.  Check out the archives for April 2014 starting with the one linked here to read the great poems that I posted with the help of a lot of fellow poets and writers.

Also, you can click on the banner below to find 30 ways to celebrate National Poetry Month.  I’m celebration by buying a book of poems.  (Bought one two weeks ago, but Darn! it wasn’t April)


Enjoy this month of poems and I’ll leave you with one from the new Shredded Orphans book out soon, The Shredded Orphans and the Space Pirates.

This Mine is Mine

You might own me,
but I own this mine
Because this mine is in me
It burns through my skin
It fills my lungs
This mine comes alive within me

Red dust
Red dust
Tap a vein
Red flows
Red flows
Liquid gold

Swallowed by darkness
I travel inside
Scraping the life from within
Spilling my guts
And gutting the mine
This duel has come to a draw

Red dust
Red dust
Tap a vein
Red flows
Red flows
Liquid gold

You take my life
I take what’s mine
My blood is in the soil.
You can not own
What you do not know
Forever this mine is mine.

Forever this mine is mine.

#PNWA Holiday Catalog: books make great #ChristmasGifts


Happy Holidays to all!

This holiday season is going to be a tough one for me, since I lost my father a few weeks ago.  He loved Christmas and he loved stories.  He would have been so thrilled to see my books in this Pacific Northwest Writer’s Association holiday catalog.

Here’s to an awesome dad and to warm cozy winter nights curled up with a good book.

I just love giving books as gifts, don’t you?  Let me know if you have a favorite holiday story.  I love the classics, so I might say either Gift of the Magi or A Christmas Carol.

Click the link below to see the catalog of books by PNWA authors, including me.

PNWA Holiday Catalog

Get Ready For NaPoWriMo 2015!

Happy National Poetry Month!


Last year I did a big guest posting for National Poetry Month.  I posted one or two poems every day.  It was quite a daunting task, that I didn’t have in me to do again this year.  I’m hoping to be out with my second Shredded Orphans book this year, so that’s taking all my spare time.

Below is a link for some great tips on writing poetry this month from our friends at Paperfields Press.  🙂

Get Ready For NaPoWriMo 2015!.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all you Space Trippers!


Happy Valentine’s Day!

Book two of the Shredded Orphans series will be here soon (just not quite done yet.)  Book two will be called The Shredded Orphans and the Space Pirates.  Check back here to see when it will be released and for when I will be looking for beta readers.

Here’s a “love” poem (song lyrics) from book one.

Love Bomb

Ticking away at our lives, little by little

Each on a side and a love bomb in the middle

You talk to me like a high priced lawyer

I watch you undress like a filthy voyeur

You take me by surprise

I smack you in the eyes

Do you think it’s wise

To tell me all those lies

Baby, I’m a weapon of your destruction

Don’t try to fool me with your false seduction

Being with you is like playing with fire.

Rubbing us together makes the sparks go higher

You like to add the fuel that puts you in danger

Why are you surprised when my actions get stranger?

You take me by surprise

I smack you in the eyes

Do you think it’s wise

To tell me all those lies

Baby, I’m a weapon of your destruction

Don’t try to fool me with your false seduction

You wait and see that it ain’t no use

I don’t even have to have a good excuse

A sideways look will send me into orbit

You’re responsible for the acts I commit

You take me by surprise

I smack you in the eyes

Do you think it’s wise

To tell me all those lies

Baby, I’m a weapon of your destruction

Don’t try to fool me with your false seduction

Okay, maybe “Love” isn’t the right word here, but I think Lix has been hurt before.  He doesn’t always talk about it.

Happy Reading!


Why I Write | Blog Hop

I have to thank B.G. Bowers for tagging me in this Why I Write blog hop.  She’s a wonderfully honest and insightful author and poet.  If you haven’t read her writings yet, please take the time check them out.  They are well worth the read.  Her blog post was two weeks ago and I have been slow in getting to my writing, so apologies for the lateness of this post.


I would say that writing is like breathing, only it’s not.  Maybe for some people it is.  For me, life so often “gets in the way”, as they put it.  I have been struggling with finishing my second Shredded Orphans novel.  It should have been done in June, but that didn’t happen.  I think I may be stifled by the fear that the second book may not be as good as the first… and the first has not “sold like gangbusters”.  But really that doesn’t matter.  If I’m going to be true to my writing, then I have to learn to ignore outside influences and write for myself.  In my head I know this, but it’s infinitely harder to really convince myself of this truth.

I think it would be a lot easier to write if I lived a solitary existence.  I would not have to plan birthday parties, family vacations, memorial services, and holiday gatherings.  There would not be needs I required fulfilling, like volunteering at school, checking on break-ins at a parent’s house, dancing, sewing costumes, baking, cleaning, driving people here and there, taking care of my spouse after a bike accident, etc.  Life would be easier… but much less rich.  Life always seems to get in the way.  I know, I see the finger pointing, it says if I really wanted to write I would find the time.  I have also read so many authors say that you can’t really be a writer unless you write every day or write at least two hours every day.   Well, sometimes life gets in the way.  I cannot write in this way.  Maybe someday I can hope to achieve this, but for now, it’s not really possible.

Even still, I feel like a writer.  To me, written words are the best form of communication.  I can be eloquent, because I can re-read, go back, correct, re-write.  My writing may not always be perfect, but it’s easier to express myself if I can check it before it leaves my presence to its intended audience.  Still I am not really sure why some people feel the need to draw a line about whether or not one is a “real” writer.  Where would you in fact draw that line?  If you write a blog, a book, a novel, literary fiction, financial success, number of books written, critical acclaim?  I much prefer the answer – if you write, you are a writer.

So why do I write?  I enjoy it.  I love playing with words, creating characters, working plot, building worlds.  I love poetry for the rhythm and sound and building something with words.  I love coming up with situations and finding where my characters go from there.  I love inventing new stories and trying to see where they will go.  I like getting inside a characters head, because what they say or do may be completely different than what they think.  (I guess that’s the Psych major in me coming out.)  I have no deep dark past that I need to write about for therapeutic reasons, but writing is escapism for me.  I love to be taken out of this world and transported into another.  I have not been in a war or a victim of some violent act, where I might be suffering PTSD.  Still, writing or reading or any way to lose myself in a good story is a way to relieve the stresses and sorrows that everyday life brings.  I guess that’s why I tend to write more humor in my fiction, although this blog tends to be more an outlet for serious considerings.  (Yes, I know, not a real word.)  Sometimes I just write to clear my head of thoughts that won’t seem to go away.  Writing is freeing in this way.

Is writing the same for me as breathing?  No.  Writing is more like dancing.  I enjoy both and wouldn’t want to give up either.  Why I write…  I write for the love of it.  I write for joy.



Also, I forgot that I should tag someone.  I have a very difficult time asking people for things, especially like this.  So, if this idea appeals to you, consider yourself tagged and put your blog info in the comments.  Happy Writing!  🙂


National Buy A Book Day – September 7th

By a smattering of info on the internet, I have found that tomorrow is National Buy A Book Day.  While this is not an official national holiday, what a good excuse to go out and buy a book.  If for some crazy unknowable reason you don’t need a book, then what a great excuse to go out and buy one for someone else.  So invade your bookstores in person or on-line and buy a book on September 7th.

See you there!




Passing of Phenomenal Woman

Today Maya Angelou passed away.  Here is a little remembrance.


Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
—Maya Angelou



Thanks to all you great poets! – National Poetry Month


Hello everyone.

This month has been so exciting and challenging.  It has definitely taken me out of my comfort zone.  It has been an incredible journey through National Poetry Month.  I have met some really amazing people and been able to share with family and friends.  Thank you again to all who joined in and I have listed below.  If anyone missed these, check back in the past blog posts and read their poems.  It’s worth it.  🙂


Thanks to you poet

for sharing your work with us

Enriching us all!

Pamela Telkamp
DA Botta
Bonnie McClellan
Anna Mosca
Liz Fountain
J.D. Brink
Jakub Sofranko
Roderick Hart
Phil Teller
Casi Thomason.
P.F. Chan
Lori Lynne Armstrong
Michael O’Connor
Jodey Mann
Eric Ian Huffman
Rachel Thompson
Carolyn Howard Johnson
Jessica Lindly
Kristy Lloyd
Bianca Bowers
Rebecca Wolf-Nail
Shenanigan Cheesefield