In the fog of liquor
Desire grows
And the heart beats quicker.
‘Tis bliss
To kiss
But the wise one knows
That those
Soft lips
At which he sips
Are as fleeting as the rose
Which in summer grows.
So we let go
In lust
While the dust
Under the bed
Is dead
Skin, and the summer rose
Grows brown
And each petal
Does settle
On the ground
And becomes as one
With flowers long since gone.
We are looking for two different types of writing.
For the Anthology of Through the Sunshine :
For the poetry volume of Faery Footprints :
Each of the authors in Through the Sunshine will receive a share in the profits from the book.
Each of the poets in the Faery Footprints collection will receive either a pdf or paperback edition of the book as payment. Only the best 100 poems will be chosen for this collection. The others will be considered for posting on the blog.
We have other anthologies planned… So if you cannot get to these two, keep your eyes here for future calls.
In the meantime, keep creating and we will see you again soon.
Fairy tales love deadlines. Midnight curfews. Seasonal mandates. Royal decrees with an expiration date. It ramps up the drama to know that not only does a protag have an obstacle to overcome, but there’s also a clock on when it must be completed. Readers love that.
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You know who doesn’t love it? Writers. We put our characters through the ringer, but nothing compares to the rollercoaster of meeting a deadline—especially when you’re an indie pub author. Deadlines are yours to control and without external forces demanding you meet them; they can become ephemeral. Empty. Pointless. It takes an extraordinary amount of discipline to keep to a self-imposed deadline. And sometimes we fall short.
I know I did. I expected to return to my blogging within a month. Three months later I’m finally climbing out of my book edits. And I’m not done, but I…
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Longing to forget
You are the music I long to forget,
wrapped in every word
tangled around every string.
In the empty space you are still held.
I CAN CRY
Working hard is what I do, bruises and cuts are many too,
I know I’m strong but the pain is inside, so I can cry.
There lives in me the will to survive, I’ve walked fifty miles.
When my journey was done with god at my side, I can cry,
I can throw a football, hike up through the hills and fall,
I can run through a fire, defend my girl, I can cry.
I can cry when the world is at war,
I can be strong and I can cry some more.
When you lose a loved one or this world takes from you,
It is that I will cry, I am a man and any man can cry too.
To know that I can take care of everything I need in life,
When it’s time then I know it’s alright and that I can cry.
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On top of my boogie board
Care thrown to the wind as the wave breaks
Everything screams go as I start falling downward
And the wave carries me towards the awaiting shore
Now time to pick myself up and find my next ride
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Ok peeps! Our anthology is eBook live. However the publishing platform that we used had a small snafu. The paperback edition has been delayed for a month. So we are offering the link for ebooks only at the moment and preparing for more fun until the paperback edition is published.
Also if you are interested in a signed copy it is $25 + $3(US only. Canada and international is more. Just pm me for shipping costs there) Shipping. Please let us know, so that we can order the appropriate amount and arrange for all of the signatures.
The buy link for the Ebook is http://www.books2read.com/underthemists
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