So I realize it's been over a year since I've been on my Spazm06 account or this one, but for those of you who still realize this site exists, I finally self-published my book of poetry (Day to Daze). The hard part is getting money to print copies off. I have one copy if anyone wants to see it. It's pretty fun.
I'm also working on a new book now. A novel, actually. It's going along and I actually enjoy writing it a lot. I think college is helping me with the vocabulary and the structure of such a work, so that's good. Anyway, enough of my rambles. Here's a poem from Day to Daze:
Whisper of a Thought
There he stood, looking
Into the gray woods,
Blinking as if to overcome
His confusion. Had that been
A girl he saw? A woman,
More like, standing in those
Colorless woods, wind blowing
Her hair about, and her
Dress, the color of sapphire,
Whipping at her body. Now
She was no more. The forest
Was alone again, branches ever
Reaching toward Heaven, but
Unable to find the hold.
Was it real? A dream maybe.
Or, was it just a though, or
A thought of a thought, or
Even a whisper of a thought.
For one fleeting moment,
Life stood side-by-side with
Winter. Life and Death,
Companions.
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