Monthly Archives: April 2011

Guest Poet: Sharon Gerlach ~ Naked Before You

Naked Before You

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If I stand with a naked heart before you,

            will you jest at me, think less of me,

            perfect your vision of what I should be?

 


Sink below the churning waters with me,

            into the deep oblivion where you and I

            cease to exist separately.

 


Hold me as the tide pulls us under,

             caress my soul with your adoring spirit,

             until you see every particle of me—and I, you.

 


Flow out to become one with me

          so we are neither Me nor You,

          but Us, harmonious.

 


Touch my center, feel what creates my soul,

open your spirit, let me sense your being;

seduction on a spiritual plane.

 


Only then can you realize

at the core of our very beings

     we
            

             believe
                                                       

                              in 
                                                                  

                                     the 
                                              

                                               same
                                                                     

                                                       vision.

 

Sharon Gerlach was in training to be a ninja, but a dismaying lack of physical grace and balance—not to mention the inability to keep her big mouth shut—ended her ninja career before it had really begun. Now she writes. She doesn’t write about ninjas because that’s obviously a sore subject. But she writes about other really cool things and figures someone else will cover the ninjas. Life’s really not all about ninjas, anyway. Sharon lives on the dry side of the Pacific Northwest with her husband (who must really be fond of her as he hasn’t left her yet despite her ninja failings); two of her three kids (none of whom possess ninja qualities either); and a Border collie who suffers the presence of seven cats. Yes, you guessed it—ninja cats!

Thank you, Sharon, for taking time during your Writer Unleashed on the World Blog Tour to guest post for National Poetry Month.

You can check out her stop on Random Musings from April 17th here:

https://christel42.wordpress.com/2011/04/18/writer-unleashed-on-the-world-blog-tour-2011nice-guys-vs-bad-boys

Sharon has just released her first novella, Malakh, which is available for 99 cents through April 30th.

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shine

a-line

straight line

down the line

I find

dandelions

in concrete cracks

of sunlight

through storms

in the night

never tonight

in this twilight

of memory

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Every Demon Has His Day by Cara Lockwood (book review)

“One battle of good vs. evil can ruin your whole day.”

Taken from the author’s website.

The Story:
It’s your not-so-typical Girl meets Demon story, where our heroine discovers she’s the Chosen One who must prevent the conception of the Antichrist. Her only helpers are the ghost of her useless almost-ex husband and a talking French Bulldog in a pink sweater. Looks like God likes rooting for underdogs.

The Inspiration:
I am a total horror movie sissy, but I am completely addicted to the History channel (Armageddon Week is like my Shark Week). I started thinking about what if the devil’s army and God’s army were just like us? In other words, there might be demons out there who were stuck in middle management and bored with their jobs. I fleshed out that idea a little more, and voila, now you have “Every Demon Has His Day” in which every other chapter is narrated by a pair of disgruntled demons hoping to get ahead, and God’s Chosen One is, well, just like you and me. 

Anyone who knows me, understands that I frequent my library at least twice a week, and am always reading no less than three books at once. I’ve simply started wandering around the library, and picking up random books based on cover art or genre or whatever strikes my fancy at the time.

Another random library find FOR THE WIN!

Want to know what initially grabbed my attention?

It was the “Demon” in the title, paired with the picture of the dog in a pink sweater. I mean, how can you not be immediately intrigued?! Which becomes even more amusing when you realize that the dog’s name is Frank.

Yes, Frank. As in, he’s a male.

Apparently, his owner, a pop-princess moron/mother of the Antichrist couldn’t even tell the sex of her pet?!?

Awesome.

This novel was a quirky, hilarious, and quick read. I simply couldn’t put it down!

Plus, I absolutely adored the demons! Yes, I said demons.

Yaman and Shadow were two of the most humanesque demons I’ve ever encountered.  And funny!

Their rapport was stand-up comedy.

Yep. I was hooked immediately.  I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good paranormal romance. Or anyone who appreciates Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series. It was the humor that got me. 😉

ABOUT CARA

I grew up in Mesquite, Texas, which for those of you who like livestock shows, is the home of the Mesquite Rodeo. Ironically, Mesquite was named after Mesquite trees, only none of them now exist in the city, which is about fifteen minutes east of Dallas. No, I don’t own a pair of cowboy boots, although I do own quite an impressive collection of black shoes. My Dad is a third-generation Japanese-American, and my mom is a second-generation Texan who’s mostly English, or at least claims to be because of her anglophile nature.

I went to school at the University of Pennsylvania, only I’m not sure how I got in. I think these days they only accept students who can solve String Theory. Anyway, I majored in English, and because my dad said “and just what are you going to do with an English degree?” I went to work for the school newspaper. After college, I spent four years as a newspaper reporter, working for an overly exciteable editor who sent me running anytime the police scanner went off. I was working insane hours for next to no pay. I was actually sent to cover a grass fire on my 25th Birthday. Let me tell you, it smelled bad. I think some mice may have lost their lives. But that was about it in terms of excitement. Happy Birthday to Me.

So, I decided after I had taken to hiding from my editor in the bathroom at the office anytime the police scanner went off, that journalism probably wasn’t for me. I went to work for a marketing firm and discovered that most everyone else didn’t stay until ten o’clock every night writing up their riveting story about grass fires. I also decided that I would take advantage of that free time to write some fiction. That’s when I started writing “I Do (But I Don’t).” A year later, I finished it, thanks to the help of my friend, Shannon, who wouldn’t let me slack off and kept asking me for chapters.

And that’s how I became a writer. Except that it still feels weird to say, “I’m a writer.” I keep expecting to wake up tomorrow and have to go cover another grass fire.

Follow Cara on Twitter. Or friend her on MySpace.

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Fellow Writer In Need: Step Up

Fellow Writer In Need: Step Up.

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Guest Poet: NL Gervasio (a.k.a. Jinxie) ~ Silence

Thank you, Jinxie, for participating in National Poetry Month!

Silence

Within words

Within gestures

Within expressions

It says nothing

Without words

Without gestures

Without expressions

It says everything

Between the lines

All silence portrays

Words left unsaid

A picture

An action

A reaction

Hidden beneath

Unruly waters

Into the deep abyss

Unspoken

Unbidden

Forbidden

Silence is a beacon

Shedding its light

Onto the path of truth

But you mistake silence

For weakness

For falsehoods

For untrustworthiness

And with your mistake

You sink

Into oblivion

You can find more of Jinx’s words here:

http://twitter.com/Jinxie_G

http://jinxiesworld.wordpress.com/

http://nlgervasio.wordpress.com

http://forevernocturne.wordpress.com

N.L. “Jinxie” Gervasio was born on Friday the thirteenth. Her dad wanted to call her Jinx. Her mom said no. It took thirty-four years for her to discover the nickname, and she’s grown quite attached to it. She lives in Tempe, Arizona with Umi (her mother) and Moon (her Alaskan malamute). She enjoys riding her beach cruiser “The Betty” around downtown Tempe, loves a good pub crawl, and has had the pleasure and the heartache of experiencing a love far greater than she could have ever imagined.

She welcomes you to her world.

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There’s a blood stain on the World!

Brought to you by The Bloggess: http://thebloggess.com/2011/04/honestly-its-sort-of-hard-to-argue-with-any-of-these/

Click the link. No, really. This post will make no sense without a click.

Oh and you totally need a Twitter account. 

Go get one. Then you can join the ranks of nonsensical banter with me.

Then go here, and enjoy. I think I peed a little…

http://yes.thatcan.be/my/next/tweet/

So now that you’ve clicked…….

Yes, that can be my next tweet is just about the funniest thing ever?! No? Then why are you even reading this blog? For the poetry? 😉

Plus, it’s a great way to kill time at your boring office job. That is, if you can muffle your laughter?

So, go to this site, and plug in your Twitter username for your results. It’s awesome. And weird. And vaguely enlightening?

Here are some of mine I found amusing:

Day Billy Crystal makes me until I’ve failed to bed last night, and think I could never walk in lieu of.

Apparently something old…Day Old Skool Day Bull penis. (hee-hee…penis)

😛 I’d take the Pacific NW Remind me how much I am extra exclamation points excited. Shuddup. : Totally! (Apparently, I’m a Valley Girl?)

Oh no. Fuck. Thank you! : Malakh: An Angelic Novella by Sharon Gerlach Day So pretty….. (Sharon, you’re a holiday now?!)

I’m open for the human race……

*runs off from the sober chick

Marked as well…. I’m talking about?! And then I know it?! It’s the other such nonsense He marcado un. (And now I speak in foreign languages…)

Fuck if you in the back of Judgement in Portland tonight? Either that was in the bed.

Day post……..* *head desk* FUCK?! Omigod. I saw a YouTube video in Death, by Kait Nolan Long overdue! (I use “fuck” a lot.)

I might be friends? Day post……..* *head desk* FUCK?! Omigod. I saw a bit harsh ~ Um wha? Hell yeah!

*head desk* FUCK?! Omigod. I talk to Concrete Blonde BF only had a nerd thing?

Day Operation Control FTW! Click link if my mom about sums me want to unclick the sink with a bit low! (I really have no idea what that’s about…)

Whoa. I think I received a blood stain on my sobriety blog!

Apparently, I’ve been a really awesome book? Please read me?!

Let us go forth, the Soul today: sometimes i don’t have no fear….” I will continue to shoot against the? (Oh the grammar is killing me?!)

I did! You want to Project Dumping The Demon Slayer Day Meet The monster awaketh?! Oh wait. (snort)

And smell of local people are they even talking about.  (What???)

5 of baby formula in there.

You can use something catastrophic.

Not yet. Tomorrow on the difference between glucose and I’m drunk now? Except not?

Ooh! Pumpkin time?! Don’t talk to jump.

Werewolf cops! book to bed last night, and upside down bumps. Everything Will Be Fine Let us go forth.

 I apologize for his number on the shower?! Hmmm……

Day Gription and my laptop may have officially turned the bed.

And my personal favorite:

There’s a blood stain on the World!

Apparently, I tweet “blood stain” a lot?!

And “fuck”. Obsessively…..

 This is mildly disturbing.

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Guest Poet: M. Hoffman (a.k.a. Wookiesgirl) ~ Locked Door

 Thank you, Wookiesgirl, for guest posting today for National Poetry Month! Enjoy! 🙂

 

 

 

 

Locked Door

A glittering halo

Once surrounded me

Bright and forgiving

Now gone

Bent and broken

Blackened by reality

Part of my heart died

The consequence of letting you go

Vast emptiness

Stark and cold

Deep inside

I stand alone

Broken

The door is closed

The lock engaged

And still

Love and compassion remains

You are

And always will be

Mine

My heart

My breath…

Mine eternally

When I dream

I see you and feel you

Our souls coalesce

As they’ve always done

Then I wake

So far from you

So far from where we once were

Consumed by the ache

Existing half alive

Knowing all is as it should be

The evidence of you

Is stamped upon my soul

Alone

Missing you

Behind my locked door

All writing/poetry is Copyrighted material under the 1977 Automatic Copyright Protection Act. Magic Magnifying Mind
© 2009-2011 M.Hoffman aka WookiesGirl, All Rights Reserved

M. Hoffman is many things in life: a mother, a wife, and a corporate VP. Less than two years ago, she added “writer” to the list. She was told she had a strong voice, and that she should explore it more. Reluctantly, she did. What’s come from inside her mind since then is over one hundred poems, as well as several blog posts. She found a muse and he assumes many forms; sometimes he manifests from past personal experiences, and sometimes he’s in the music she listens to.

Wookiesgirl says, ” I’ve fallen in love with writing. It’s my outlet and my obsession.”

 You can check out more of her work here:

 
Thank you, Wookiesgirl, for the guest post and the lovely poem! Happy National Poetry Month! 🙂 

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