Archive | February 2015

And Now a Poetic Interview with Amber Jerome~Norrgard!

Awesome interview! Love these two authors🌹❤️😊

The Midnight Writer

Amber Jerome~Norrgard is one of the coolest writers you will ever meet. She is also one of the best and most bad-ass people on the planet. And if that isn’t enough, she writes incredible fiction, nonfiction and poetry. An amazing friend and philanthropist, she teaches and supports charities on a regular basis. But don’t let me tell you everything. I’m here to introduce: the woman, the myth, the legend (and reverend) Amber Jerome~Norrgard.

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Amber Jerome~Norrgard is the bestselling author of more than twenty books including The Eve of Leaving, The Allegory of Dusk, Interpretations and In the Gloaming. She is the Executive Director of the non-profit organization The Quillective Project, the President of 629 Publications and a professor at Collin County College. Amber is a coffee addict who currently resides in Dallas, Texas with her family.

1. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
I’m a mom to three…

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Daily missive from Peter Forster

Daily missive for Friday the 27th of February.
It was only a lunch box.
Battered now,
And faded from too much sun.
A lighter blue,
Than it once was, when new.
The superman logo
Peeled away long ago.
Even the catch was gone,
And he kept it closed
With an old leather strap.
Washed it out under a tap,
In the convenience,
At the station.
He was careful about hygiene.
And obsessively,
Kept hands and face clean,
Which was unusual these days.
It was a ritual,
And reminded him of carbolic soap,
Hanging on a rope.
The coarse feel of a flannel,
Dragged across his face.
The slap of a hand,
On his bare backside,
Whenever he cried,
Which he usually did,
When the suds got in his eyes.
He stared at himself
In the stainless steel mirror
Above the sink.
Cupped his hands
And tried to drink,
As the water dribbled
Through his beard.
And held his breath against the stink
Of other men
And their foul habits.
Perhaps he should
Make his way to the platform,
Lay open the box,
Play a few tunes
Get enough money
For some new strings,
Buy a breakfast
And a sandwich for later.
The box was made for such things.
It was a good find.
In a builders skip,
Where he had tried to sleep
Among the black bags.
Warm but heady,
And he needed
To be ready
For the garbage truck.
It would be just his luck,
One day,
To sleep in,
And end up in a land fill.
Not that he
Would be the first.
He stooped,
To slurp another drink,
Nothing seemed to quench his thirst
These days.
It was the diabetes,
And the cold was
Playing havoc
With his extremities.
His toes were black,
There was no coming back,
What a mess.
He should have demanded more,
Not less,
From the divorce.
If she saw him now
Would she feel remorse?
But that would not happen.
She was long gone,
On the other side of town
And he was
Washing in a toilet,
Just another,
Sad old John.

A good mix: Falling by Regina Puckett

This is the Awesome cover!!

This is the Awesome cover!!

Let me just say; I think this was one of this authors best poetry books yet!
There’s a good mix of poetry, some on relationships, dreams and weather. The other side, abuse of adults and children, this author touched sensitive subjects in this book. It gets you thinking and feeling, that’s what poetry is all about. One line that is a favorite of mine; Still Stand so I can feel your heart
Where each beat will design my soul’s art.
Just a taste of what you’ll read in this awesome book. This author uses poetry to write about life. Download yours now to get a taste of what I think is her best work yet.

Real Guns and Tears

Regina Puckett

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Real Guns and Tears

Regina Puckett

Real guns and tears don’t mix

It’s like building a house out of sticks

The wind and rain howls through

Until there’s nothing left of you

Until time freezes and stands still

Until hope dies and we lose our will

Until every drop of blood bleeds out

Until we’re left with only guilt and doubt

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bright colored candles of yellow orange and deep purple

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