Give your beloved–or yourself!–a truly memorable #Valentine’s Day present: #poetry from Robert Okaji’s newest chapbook, I Have a Bird to Whistle. It’s available now on pre-order in the U.S. from the publisher, Luminous Press (at Gumroad here: https://gumroad.com/l/KNeFt), and directly from Mr. Okaji if you’re international. Get one before its official release day, Feb. 25th, 2019, when it might fly away forever on the wings of swift sales/sails!
A #weird tales $1.99 pre-sale ends today—so get your paws on the Rabbit Hole anthology while it’s still strange, possibly with faces coming out of the rain, even (here’s a link, as I don’t see the direct link in Sue’s blog post, unless you navigate on over to the Mellow Curmudgeon’s page, which is highly recommended also, but just in case you don’t, et voilà: https://www.books2read.com/u/4jDvXk).
Please do check it out if you’ve got a few extra bucks, knowing that not only have you supported independent authors but you’ve also helped the Against Malaria Foundation and people in malaria-prone locales, because at least a portion of proceeds from this #speculativefiction anthology will be donated. #amwriting #amreading #shortstories #againstmalaria #Halloween2018reads
Halloween is the last day to pre-order this excellent collection of weird stories for only $1.99. (For a taste of their tone, see a few of their blurbs below.) Beginning November 1, the ebook price will be $2.99, or you can have a paperback book to hold in your hands for $12.50.
It will be an intriguing addition to your library, and would make a welcome gift for anyone who cherishes a few hours of escape from Normal — or even the New Normal.
Cover art by Ian Bristow
A father and daughter’s boating trip is ambushed by a mysterious, underwater tormentor.
I Should’ve Known Better
There’s just one thing wrong with his beautiful luxury apartment: it’s a transdimensional portal. Will the Flying Demon Things get him before he gets one of the centaur Babes?
The Scroll and the Silver Kazoo
You never know who (or what) will show…
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Woop, woop, it’s a Halloween Blog Party!!! Let’s all put on our best running shoes and get to Donna’s house, as long as it’s not on Elm Street, Lucifer Drive, etc. She’s definitely the (g)hostess with the mostest fun!
Bloggers and readers of every age.
Wouldn’t you like tosee something strange?
Come with me and you will see.
This, our blog party of Halloween!
Share it once, share it twice.
Take a chance and roll the dice.
Ride with the moon in the dead of night.
Everybody scream, everybody scream!
In this blog party (share your links to your or others blog posts, books, social media, whatever!) of Halloween!
The more the scarier!!! #TheMoreTheScarier
Memories shape our lives and we cling to them as a witch clings to her flying broom (or vacuum). Some memories are comforting, others haunting. Do you remember the first time you heard: One-Eyed, One-Horned Flying Purple People Eater? How about Monster Mash? Thriller? Dead Man’s Party…Sympathy for the Devil, Time Warp, (Don’t Fear) The Reaper, Devil Went Down To Georgia?Dragula, Welcome to my Nightmare, This Is Halloween…Who You Gonna…
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Attend a Stellar Poetry Reading in Texas!
Friend Bob Okaji and others will be providing your soul with a healing dose of what I like to call “poetry Rx” on Saturday, October 20, at Malvern Books in #Austin (Texas). This #poem is an example of his work. Go, listen, learn, enjoy! #poetry #amreading #amlistening
Something Lost, Something Trivial
Another word, another bewildered
moment in transition: the phrase
barely emerges from your mouth
before crumbling back into a half-opened
drawer in the loneliest room of a house
that died seventeen years ago.
I nod as if in understanding, and stoop
to pick up a crushed drinking straw,
the kind with the accordion elbow
that facilitates adjustment.
From a rooftop across the street,
a mockingbird warbles his
early morning medley of unrelated
songs, and you say left oblique,
followed by matches, then
collapse on a bench,
winded. I sit next to you
and we both enjoy the warmth
and birdsong, though I know
this only through the uplifted
corner of your mouth, which
these days is how you indicate
either deep pleasure or
fear. I have to leave soon,
I say, and you grab my wrist
and stare into my eyes.
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Give a little bit (or a lot) to help The Dogs Trust—thank you!
And another writerly friend has just come out with a book; this time, it is nonfiction and religious/spiritual in nature, regarding a person’s transformation (that part sounds like spec-fic, though, doesn’t it?!). In any case, writers, y’all are rocking 2017. Keep it up!
Jack Flacco is pleased to announce his latest book WHEN FORGIVENESS IS ENOUGH: MAKING SENSE OF GOD’S CALLING is now available to purchase:
When the apostle Peter asked Jesus how many times he should forgive his brother, Jesus answered seventy-seven times. This was to illustrate God’s forgiveness is boundless, without end. A week after that conversation, God gave his only son as a sacrifice to save many from the penalty of sin.
What would it be like to forgive as God forgives? Is it possible to erase from memory someone else’s slight, in spite of the lingering bad feelings brought on by bitterness?
God’s calling to forgive one another is just the beginning. His desire is to overwhelm people with his spirit so that a hardened heart may melt to become loving and generous. Above everything else, God wants a relationship with every person who hears his word. In this…
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This scary-story anthology has multiple authors, character arcs and themes. What could be better in the month of magic, mischief, and, sometimes, mayhem?
NEW for HALLOWEEN and FREE today on Freebooksie!
A scary anthology from me and my bestseller author friends plus stories from rising stars!
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When I looked we were the 3rd one on the front page!
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Buy a book of stories and help a great cause: to end malaria. The price goes up 15 October, so order soon and often, as the holiday season is coming and these make fine gifts!
Fancy a trip to Pluto? Or a fearful drive along a stretch of country road? Unless you prefer to go to church with a strange woman in green tights, her hair alive with electricity. Here you have 34 stories, each one a journey, whether funny or frightening, real or figurative, shared or dreadfully alone. ‘They had a long journey ahead of them’ was the prompt: the writers here, from award-winning authors to exciting new talents, took it and made it their own. Sit back and enjoy the scenery, then, as the stories open your eyes to destinations you’ll want to go back to again. Bon voyage!
The 2017 Book a Break short story anthology is available for pre-order now on…
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Not my book, but that of a good friend and wonderful poet . . . support your favorite independent writer(s) and artists, Independence Day or anyday!
Today, 14 December 2016, marks one of the most devastating days I’ve ever personally experienced within the range of “modern” American history. As I prepare to go volunteer in my child’s first-grade class today, I will be extra-mindful of the six dedicated teachers/staff and the 20 bright and promising children who were murdered at Sandy Hook in December 2012. And I will be doubly thankful for the educators and staff who still are preparing our children for meaningful lives. If you can, on this day or any other, please consider volunteering for or donating to these organizations:
Sandy Hook Promise (http://www.sandyhookpromise.org/)
Americans Against Gun Violence (http://aagunv.org/)
Coalition to Stop Gun Violence (http://csgv.org/)
The Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence (http://www.bradycampaign.org/)
or another anti-gun violence organization of your choice
I will not forget, and I hope you don’t either, so that we may improve as a nation and as human beings. Following is my humble offering to commemorate those 26 souls (the poem itself is a January 2014 reblog).
“All Our Horrific Realities: A Dirge”
Leigh Ward-Smith, ©2014
“The family drew cupcakes . . . on her tiny white casket.”
Setting: Here, now.
All our horrific realities
are all horrifically ours.
Sublime in the glint of the scythe,
six-and-twenty sorrows stream into our consciousness.
Salt upon the pane.
I rage against the sloping reality
of the dying twenty-six lights.
Soon enough, the grief heaps up, pushing up mountains in the mind:
Belted welts upon the already bruised back of the world.
Somewhere, suffused cirrus,
pregnant with hopes flung out
and the iciest of cyclic horrors.
And now, cracked-lip murmurings yet shunt, quick to the chest,
our hell-shocked fare-thee-wells.
I write so I can live
with the reality of our human race, this place:
We are damned, dirty apes–with angers dangerously ablaze.
Can saved Graces now retrieve the six-and-twenty,
plucked pennies from air-strings…
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