Flights from the Aerie

I'll get right to it. No frills, no fancy introduction, no exaggerated flailing. Just me, over here, in my little Aerie, standing on the edge with my wings spread because I'm publishing a book. I'm publishing a book, guys. These past few months, I told you I was writing poetry. And oh boy, was I.  This book is the result of that mild frenzy. It's a small collection- five poems (or six, if I decide to go ahead and include my latest one), roughly 3100 words, and a little over 40 pages. I've heard back from all my beta readers, and it's ready to make its way into the world. Front cover!!  Book Description: Once upon a time... There was a sorceress, who cursed a prince to become as beastly as his pride There was a daughter, who watched from her window and ached to see the world There was a stepmother, who saw beauty only in others, never in herself And there was a boy, who forgot the warmth of love In five narrative poems exploring t...

Seeing as April is National Poetry Month, I've decided to dedicate the remaining 18 days of blogging this month to poems I've written. I probably won't post every day, but when I do, the majority will be poems. If it ends up working nicely I might continue to pick a topic each month and focus my posting around that. We'll see.  (And yes, I know this is my fourth post in as many days. I'll slow down soon, probably XD) Cloudy today The weatherman would say Of me Of my mind Clouded haze Foggy thoughts Like wading through the humid day When It’s supposed to rain From all accounts But the clouds Are huffy And say They’ll take the 12% Chance of a light breeze from the nothwest Chance of seeing someone you like Chance of meatballs For dinner (for eight hundred, Alex) It might clear up tomorrow He’d continue, Scratching an itch on his neck Smiling for the cameras Becau...

Time is like a cat Regal   Bad tempered   Moody like the swing of the summer wind   It rips and tears and weeps and shelters   And I soar on its drifts   Up drafts   Down drafts   As I draft   Poetry inspired by the howling gales The muse is also like a cat   It loves to be stroked and petted   Rubbed behind the ears   But whether or not   It decides you are worthy   To touch its head   Run your fingers across its fur   Whether it grants you   A sandpaper lick on your fingers   Or curls its tail around your wrist   Or, heaven bless you, purrs   Is the challenge And a story is like a kitten   Mewing for attention   Small   Too small   Wobbling on tiny paws   Not yet having mastered the grace of the Tail   Too small to fend for itself   So you do   You feed it and pet it and care for ...

(It's a poetry kind of day, so here's one I wrote a couple months ago)                                                                                                                                                7:24 a.m. The grass is dead Frozen solid It is hard and brittle like shale Cracking beneath my feet Lumps and dips and valleys petrified under me I am alive But even my breath turns granite grey Heavy in the marble air And I think Maybe The whole world By unanimous decision Is stone today And I overslept Rushing Missed the memo Cosmic sticky note etched in the corner of my eye A Re...