Shameless Self Promotion #2

Today, my poem Passages Internal is up at voxpoetica. Of course, you all know how I operate, don’t you?  This is really an opportunity for me to promote voxpoetica itself.   If you haven’t visited this magazine before, simply click the link and then take a tour that will feed your mind and soul with the words of many inspired poets.  Annmarie Lockhart, the editor and creator of voxpoetica,  has nurtured and matured this publication into a quality literary experience.  In addition to the posted work, she has expanded her passion to include a weekly interview with a featured poet on 15 minutes of poetry via blog talk radio, every Thursday at 1pm EST as well as a print anthology:  Inspirations, Images and Words, Collection 1.

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If you click the link, you can buy a copy to enjoy over the summer while you sit back and relax. Nothing says summer like a very good book!  🙂


Something I Want To Tell You…

Not long ago many of us were deeply affected by the horrific disaster in Haiti.   Naturally, as a writer it moved me creatively and I wrote a poem designed to stimulate the love and compassion muscles in those who read it.  The idea was to inspire the readers of this blog to open their souls and wallets and give something to help those suffering and struggling to survive.  After a while,  I submitted it to Annmarie Lockhart over at Voxpoetica, who in turn urged me to  send it along to Lisa Marie Basile, the editor of The Caper Journal. I did and she has given me the honour of appearing  in an upcoming print journal she is producing called VWA, or Voice in kreyòl.  The Brilliance behind this idea, is to use our words  to raise money that will assist the survivors of the Quake in Haiti.  I cannot tell you how very grateful I am to both Annmarie and Lisa Marie for allowing me to contribute my poetry to a cause that could possibly feed, heal or soothe another human being.  What more could a writer desire, than to have their work used in such a noble and caring way?  I’m terribly humbled and in that spirit I ask those who read this blog regularly as well as the sporadic visitors who slip in through the door for a curious look around, to please bookmark the Caper Journal website and when VWA goes on sale, I urge you to buy a copy. You never know, your purchase may save a life.  Thank you good friends and scribes, may your day be filled with brilliance.   🙂

*I would also like to mention that a wonderful poet Tel Mcgaha is  part of this project as a contributor of his poetic talent.  Once again, please help us to help those who are unable to make this request for themselves.  Your karma will thank you. 🙂

Here is the verse I wrote…

for voxpoetica.  Since this IS Halloween Eve, I thought I would also post it here.  Thanks again Annmarie for prodding me to do this.


The evening crept into my room
Beneath the fullness of the moon
The hour struck just ten that night
As I wrote by candlelight
I’d heard it said once long ago
Its flame invoked the soul of Poe
You see it was my secret dream
To outdo Poe and write a scream
Something wicked to delight
A story of horrific fright
As I tapped the keys to tell my tale
My laptop announced a new e-mail
I looked at who the note was from
Apparently it was from “no one”!
Out loud I said “this cannot be
Someone must be spamming me”
I poised my hand and pushed delete
An action I would soon repeat
Within no time I got some more
First twenty-nine, then forty-four
Finally the spamming ceased
My frenzied fingers felt released
Just as I sat back and sighed
My calm repose was soon denied
The room became as cold as ice
I saw my breath and shivered twice
My laptop screen became bright blue
A truly terrorizing hue
I couldn’t move or close my mouth
My stomach churned, my guts went south
When suddenly a face appeared
My laptop screen a frame of fear
At first it looked an eerie glow
Then became the face of Poe!
You can imagine my surprise to see
The illustrious Poe gazing back at me
Within no time his mouth did speak
His face was gaunt and his eyes were bleak
“I plead, don’t tell me, nevermore,
For you are still my sweet Lenore
Reborn as one called Annmarie
Your new name matters not to me!”
I felt so shocked, my lips were dry
But I could not accept this blatant lie
“I am not your sweet Lenore!
You don’t belong here anymore”
Poe’s face turned grim at this remark
His eyes were flashing bits of spark
I blinked and he appeared to me
Beside my chair and touching me
I felt a chill go up my spine
As Poet let out a little whine
“Oh sweet Lenore, you are aware
I’ve come for you, do not despair”
At this I pulled myself together
And left the chair where I’d been tethered
My courage came to me at last
I reached the door in one mad dash
I took the steps three at a time
Until I reached the yard outside
I ran up the street then down the lane
My legs grew tired, I looked insane
“I must be free by now,” I said
“From Edgar Poe, the living dead”
But when I looked behind me then
Old Poe was just around the bend
Above the ground his spectre flew
And as he gained on me it grew
Above the ground his body soared
Crying out for sweet Lenore
Until his countenance did change
Into a Raven large and strange
Before I could begin to scream
Dear Poe became a scary dream
I sat up straight in bed in fright
And turned on every single light
So real was the dream of Poe
It took some time to let it go
Just in case, I checked my mail
Feeling rather weak and pale
But as all was just as it should be
To see no ghosts I was relieved
I shut the lid and went to bed
Braved the dark and shed my dread
The next day I would write this down
And steal Poe’s poetic crown
Just as I was feeling smug
I felt the blanket being tugged
When I sat up to wrest it free
Edgar Poe stared back at me!

Partly Because I’m…

lazy and partly because that laziness is due to my meat and potatoes day job,  I’m regaling you with the amateur sound of my poetic recitation.   Okay, I’ll confess the truth:  I’ve got a problem…I’m addicted to podding.  I think the only solution is to get my book trailer up and running on the other website, the one dedicated to my books.  Anyway, if you want to hear my reedy cussing podcast of Tic Toc, it’s there today for your listening pleasure, along with a few others:  ValsPodBean

Also, please go to a wonderful blog——–> voxpoetica The blog owner Annmarie Lockhart was kind enough to put Tic Toc on her site and if you need to feed your poetic belly, you will sate your hunger there.   Remember, pass the good vibe to other scribes and be zen.