Who else is going to do this stuff for us writers?

I got a message about a review out of Philly, and here it is!

My South By Southwest: …Recollection review by Fox Chase Review

If you have not bought my book yet, but want it signed…all you have to do is ask!

It is on Amazon…

Plus, I’m going to Hico, Texas July 25-27th for National Day of the Cowboy; will be some roping (no roping), music, hell raising (Tex-mex eatin’), and lots of poetry reading. Y’all come on down now!

Details here:

National Day of the Cowboy in Hico, Texas

And

National Day of the Cowboy website 

1900sYoungCowboy

My Birthday Wish

June 17, 2014

I have none specifically,
because they have all been granted.

Hubs is my passion, all
wrapped into one package.

He finds the perfect card,
this year he wrote poetry inside.

My health is getting in line,
and I have always been a good patient.

Nothing more to say, except
I wish it wouldn’t end…

Complex Poet (Posts)

June 6, 2014

October2008 159 copy

It’s summer, why am I thinking of the fall? Because things pass in such similarity…

You, My Architect, And I, Your Elizabeth

after, Reaching for the Moon

We first discover October; vines spreading over hard ground, vast greens stretching their arms, hands cupped and unfurling in dance, giving thanks to the sun before berries burst from delicate flowery fruit in the jungles of the cities, north and south. Such a short season a future grows together, two, in mornings romantic light. Every minute, of every day loneliness became bearable. Sweeter if sugar is added, before roasted in buttery words. Scornful heat tests the flesh, and still will yield a mouthful. But, at its best. Nourished by dryness, bem-vindo! One makes the most of its place. You, propped up leaf umbrellas so, I could waltz the rugged terrain, get just the right amount of daylight— an ever so thoughtful lover; brushing up against my skin, shadows are always the body, more awake in the moonlight. Improbable likenesses,  surreal surroundings wrapped up, in condensed volume whispers. I, at your side, for always, your pumpkin. Fairy-tales do come true.

A draft, and not in the form I typed it here. No energy to piece it back together, so it lay here in the shade…