Before I begin, let me just say that I am flabbergasted. Okay, perplexed. Astounded. How about… really really excited?
Some of you may know that I’ve been working on a YA Fantasy Novel (interim title: Silas’ Hill) for about five years now. I recently entered it into Fictionary’s Finish Your Novel Contest, and to my great bewilderment (okay, I used a Thesaurus for that one) I ended up winning. You can read the official announcement here if you like.
This means several things, which I have typed out here, partially to just see the big picture: Continue reading The Big News: I’m Getting Published
today I did something selfless
even though I state it outright
I helped someone and
did it all for the pocket change
of knowing there’s a chance Continue reading Pocket Change
why do we try?
is it the possibility of failure that
is it the game?
white or black, win or lose
good or evil
we roll the dice Continue reading Change
On a whim, I checked the daily prompt and found myself instantly inspired by poignant reminders of my experience abroad – how no matter where I go, I am simultaneously always visiting, and yet constantly at home.
via. Daily Prompt: Foreign
in a word, i am
foreign in the culture i
a backdrop of canadian swamp
shot through with tropics
where the jungles roam
where austrian roots and
lost romanian language skills have Continue reading Daily Prompt: Foreign
A memory of my last night standing in the salty spray of the Pacific before leaving for six months.
waves become kisses lipping at
the smooth skin of the sand gentle
at first rougher then rougher
until the surface breaks water
crests over the spray
knocks pebbles loose like little
teeth the tidal zone breaks open
rocks become breakers for the
waves Continue reading The Tidal Zone
My current writing needs some work before its ready to post, so here’s an old one for all you bilinguals.
wie der Wasserpantscher
and these other characters
book-smart, old-light, marsh-land
und in den Büchern versteckt
with weeds and mud and snails bedecked Continue reading Wasserpantscher
This is shaping up to be a week of strange juxtapositions. I had this poem ready to go Monday evening, but somehow couldn’t put the finishing touches on it until today. Boredom and distraction strike all too quickly, and yet, there hardly seems enough time in each day to get some work done…. Anyways, all this dreary stuff to say that last weekend was a delight, and so, for once, I’ve got a joyful poem for you.
You’ll never hear me say it, but I’m
part of me wonders:
what did I miss?
those few days spent together
turned to ten years spent apart
and yet, we are richer for it
Somehow our friendship survived
the death of a parent
the deconstruction of our families
the gentle growth of new life
friendships, bridges built
on a foundation once crumbling
You’ll never hear me say it, but I Continue reading [You’ll Never Hear Me Say It]