The latest addition to "The True Sacred Space" is up on S.D. Read here.
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Lit. Update: Short Story and Series
The first post in "The True Sacred Space" series is up on S.D. My new short story is going into its second draft. News on one of my older writing projects is also forthcoming. E.W.
New Series Debut!
A new series is debuting on Superlative Deviation. It's going to be lots of fun! https://superlativedeviation.home.blog/2022/09/08/series-intro-the-true-sacred-space/
Lit. Update: S.D., Mystery, Poetry, and Publishing Options
While I am still querying agents for my first novel, I'm also considering releasing the poetry book through another medium. My goal is still to be traditionally published, as there truly is no such thing as "self-publishing". In my spare time, I've also discovered other educational resources which I will share at a future… Continue reading Lit. Update: S.D., Mystery, Poetry, and Publishing Options
“It Unravels” : Link
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“Free-will (and Other Lies)” – Poetry
A moving picture postcard, animated scenery, and dramas taken from the pages of a scripted comedy. What is it you see? Just what you expect: Material from Vaudeville and conveniences that lack All purpose, life, and passion - Set designs so cold and wooden. Who is there behind it? Who has fed the Beast? Who… Continue reading “Free-will (and Other Lies)” – Poetry
“Love” – Poetry
No blind infatuation nor momentary thrill Can touch the steadfast heart, The loyal truth that pulses To a starry drumming of infinite rhythm. Nothing can restrain it! Human words are meaningless, Falling on deaf ears that only seek the guidance of Heaven. A group of souls united In the exploration of worlds, They are the… Continue reading “Love” – Poetry
“Blinded” – Poetry
I passed by the open door, head shaking in awe At the petty grievances held, the loftiness of the up-turned nose, At the minds closed to all but grandeur. For some, it's bathed in silk and velvet, For others, gashing wounds are a Divine right. Life without the love of Heaven is the truest state… Continue reading “Blinded” – Poetry
“Barefoot Dancing” – Poetry
To perfect your barefoot dancing, first recall the special thrill Of the sight of sunbeams dancing on a bedroom windowsill. Summer leaves that flutter and a sky alive with blue Jump rope contents set to songs of birds of every hue. Release the stingy, grown-up mind and endless empty chatter Replace with open heart and… Continue reading “Barefoot Dancing” – Poetry