white castle is home
always about him
white castle is home
always about him
So excited (beyond excited!) to receive the news my piece “Ennui” will be included in the Down in the Dirt (v165), July/August 2019 Magazine. It will be released on August 1, 2019. Since it was accepted, I’m also officially listed now as a contributing writer on their website!
I have a feeling this smile on my face will remain for quite a bit of time. 🙂
At the beginning of the year, I did not even imagine that another book would be forthcoming in 2018. I was just thrilled to have accomplished my original goal of becoming a published author with Feeling Human. However, my mind changed and late Fall, I started working diligently to produce this by the end of the year. And success! 🙂
This book is the collection of all the pieces I posted here on I Write Her. 365 days of what was rolling around in my brain put in a book. I think this became a reality because of the overwhelming support I’ve received here. The readership here helped to boost my confidence level and my desire to create. I felt comfortable to share, and it spurred me on to do more.
For those who follow me here, you’ll know the pieces in the book because they are all the posts from my blog. Also, there are fifteen new poems which were never published on I Write Her. These were days where posts were either announcements, the TMI Tag or Awards answering questions. Relevant at the time, but not something that reflected the intent of this book.
A big shout-out to my friend Candice Louisa Daquin! She was incredibly supportive of this project and supplied the foreword for the book. I will be forever grateful for her love and encouraging words for my efforts! If you have not read her blogs or her books, do it! You can find her work here on Amazon. She is an incredible writer! You can thank me later. 🙂
To purchase a copy from Amazon, just click on the link under the picture above. Or if you are interested in purchasing a signed copy of the book, I will probably do a bulk purchase for my inventory sometime in January. Just send me a message on my contact page, and I will add you to the list.
So what do I do next? I’ve got a few thoughts, but I’ll share that with you next year!
Thank you all for the heartfelt love and support you showed me in 2018!!
Roughly translated from German:
Music is love.
It can laugh with me.
It can cry with me.
It can bring together what was once separated.
Music can tell me what lips are afraid to say.
Music can bring back what I lost.
Music alone therefore is chosen.
Margarete Kernbach is my grandmother on my mother’s side. I found this parchment with her words following my mother’s death in 2012. It was among the things she left behind, very simply preserved in a plastic frame. I never knew my Oma wrote poetry. Nor do I know if this was the only poem or if there were ever any other writings by her. I only know of this one.
Discovering this little poem ties me to my grandmother in a profound way, at least for me it does. Not that I realized it at that moment though. I kept it for sentimental reasons, like so many things that I took from the apartment after my mother died. It wasn’t until I began writing poetry these last few years that I remembered I had this in my possession. But then I realized, I had a connection to her that was far more substantial than the entirety of our relationship as I was growing up. She never played an influential role in my life as she was a very distant woman, as I recall. And incredibly superficial, like most of my family.
She may have had some depth about her after all but obviously was not able to have it with her own flesh and blood. I’m still sad in that regard. But I’ve been moved knowing that I maybe share this love of poetry with her.
It helps me understand where my love for words, expression, passion, and emotions come from. And also, where my desire to be honest about my feelings regarding all things sprang from. She’s in my blood obviously, but now, she is meaningful to me in a way she wasn’t before.
Today, I still consider her more of a mystery than anything else, but at least we have one thing in common now.
I kinda like knowing where I got my start.
With deliberate intention, the goal was to devour thousands of words. He reveled in the delicious anticipation of cerebral and sentimental fulfillment. Focused and ready for some relevant adscititious information to challenge his brain’s hunger for knowledge and fantasy. The emotions of the poets forcefully laid down impressions on his mind. Hours passed immersed in the stories and written essences of others. It colored him happy. And tired. The eyes slowly closed. All the words turned to dreams of mystical sunsets with a bareback unicorn ride on the beach, hair whipping in the wild wind.
Then he woke up smiling.
For those of you who have enjoyed my writing and poetry here and want to get to know me a little better, my first book “Feeling Human” is now available in the Kindle Store! If you’d prefer a paperback that’s an option as well. Feel free to contact me directly if you’d like a signed copy. Cheers!
***Note: For some reason, not all devices automatically capture the color images, they default to black and white. If this is an issue for your reader, PLEASE contact me and I will send you a file with the color images. They are just toooooo beautiful not to see how they were intended to be represented!
What started as an interesting thought developed into a dream turned reality. I made a book and it’s finally published!
I do hope you’ll want to immerse yourselves in my writing! To get your copy on Amazon, click here.
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