cold and strangeness sleep…
here, warmed at the fire… of my hearth … uninvited, but visiting still.
Category: self-publishing
Gone are the days of toting a portfolio of work around to galleries. I didn’t even have to make a CD. In this new Internet age, many things have become so much easier.
It is a great thing to find (at any point in life) that you belong somewhere, with some people, who’ve been traveling the same road you were all along. One day you meet them, recognize each other, and your lives are all the richer for it…
While I was there Jon sat me down for a photoshoot. It was a beautiful day, and though I don’t really enjoy having my picture taken, I knew better than to argue…
shadows fierce, bound, inside my suit of skin, ready, every moment, to rise up blazing, meet the light, and stare it down…
Poems rooted in darkness, and poems reaching toward the light; poems filled with spirit, and poems that pierce the heart: All can be found here in the author’s first-ever published collection of works.
Having my book in my hands, even just the proof, was a galvanizing experience. It all felt real to me finally, like something coming together, arriving after a long time’s absence.
