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Monday, December 31, 2012
HAPPY NEW YEAR
ALONE
I have been
Lost
too long
Lost
Among
the people
Crowded
but
Alone
In my
agony
Lost,
alone
Searching
Someone
I need
to hold
To be
held
Where
are
You
Maybe
there isn't
Anyone
No one
Only
Me
Forever
ALONE
Thursday, December 20, 2012
My first book signing event
Memories, Thoughts, and Dreams is now available at the Partridge Creek "Art-Is-In Market" (very soon at the Livonia and Novi Malls). AND my first book signing is scheduled for this Sunday December 23rd between 2 & 8pm!!!!!
Monday, December 10, 2012
More Titles and an excerpt from a poem;
MY LIFE
JUST THE TWO OF US
LOVE
LOVING YOU
THE ART OF LOVE
. . . an excerpt from "THE ART OF LOVE"
JUST THE TWO OF US
LOVE
LOVING YOU
THE ART OF LOVE
. . . an excerpt from "THE ART OF LOVE"
. . . a work of art thriving and flourishing.
We become alive, alive within the painting.
Alive in life, in living, and loving.
Our passion comes to life
You and I living and loving
Vibrant and alive...
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Surprisingly my first publication
A Mountain's Sojourn
Advised by a friend or two I submitted "A Mountain's Sojourn" on a whim to a local newspaper not expecting anything at all really. By an amazing accident that I don't even recall I found out that the "Highlander" published this piece of mine just days before I moved away. I consider "A Mountain's Sojourn" to be an epic unlike anything else I had written in the past. It was full of description, colors, and images of the seasons that surrounded me instead of the feelings of beauty as it related to love, romance, falling in love and feeling loss. Amazing how things evolve; in truth and surprisingly "A Mountain's Sojourn" would become the cornerstone of Memories, Thoughts, and Dreams.
Advised by a friend or two I submitted "A Mountain's Sojourn" on a whim to a local newspaper not expecting anything at all really. By an amazing accident that I don't even recall I found out that the "Highlander" published this piece of mine just days before I moved away. I consider "A Mountain's Sojourn" to be an epic unlike anything else I had written in the past. It was full of description, colors, and images of the seasons that surrounded me instead of the feelings of beauty as it related to love, romance, falling in love and feeling loss. Amazing how things evolve; in truth and surprisingly "A Mountain's Sojourn" would become the cornerstone of Memories, Thoughts, and Dreams.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Changes to the Book
The book that was printed back in 2000 did not include "A Mountain's Sojourn" and included three poems that are not in the current book. The poems that were taken out, 'Am I' - 'Happy Day' - 'Untitled', seemed to interrupt the theme of Memories, Thoughts, and Dreams. What I did was write new poems to replace them, 'Kiss' - 'The Art of Love' - 'A Life's Sojourn'.
"A Mountain's Sojourn" was first written while living in Highlands, NC but it wasn't a poem at all. I was writing - emailing - friends of mine back in SE Florida, mostly people that either I worked with or those that worked for me at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts (you know who you are), some of whom never experienced the changing seasons of the north or some that missed the seasons. My letters were filled with the descriptions of what I was experiencing. One day I decided to go back and read all of those messages and found that with a little rephrasing, not much at all actually, I would have a beautiful poem . . .
More later about "A Mountain's Sojourn" in another post.
"A Mountain's Sojourn" was first written while living in Highlands, NC but it wasn't a poem at all. I was writing - emailing - friends of mine back in SE Florida, mostly people that either I worked with or those that worked for me at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts (you know who you are), some of whom never experienced the changing seasons of the north or some that missed the seasons. My letters were filled with the descriptions of what I was experiencing. One day I decided to go back and read all of those messages and found that with a little rephrasing, not much at all actually, I would have a beautiful poem . . .
More later about "A Mountain's Sojourn" in another post.
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