Category Archives: Gold Mine

One November, I Published Two Books

I’ve worked hard the last couple of years to get some books published, I’m thinking of them as there were “the first five,” and now there is “the magnificent seven.” I also have stories in three print anthologies, and I’m going to get those linked up with cover pictures, as well as having been published thirteen times various places online

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Gold Mine, These Are the Words I Managed to Save

During the fall months of 2008 and on into 2009, and on for a while, reality slipped away from me. Amid the avalanche of dissipating solidity descending into complete confusion and chaos of thought, I threw more than twenty years of writing, of work, into a cauldron of flames. Two file boxes of poems, stories, notes, one completed novel, and

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Fairy Wails

  Fairy Wails Where is this hero Who is so oft spoke of? Where it this mythological man, Who saves the day, Who mends the heart And lights the way? Where is the hero Who wasn’t fucked up by his mother? Who melts the bitterness of betrayal? Who elevates all men By the virtue of his stature, And the stature

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Being an Independent Author: How Much Work Is Involved in Making a Book?

How much work is involved in making a book, bringing a book to market, yourself? I’d say that depends on the author. First you’ve got to write the thing and come up with, or out of it with, a final draft. I write it. I edit it. I format it. That is all me. I proofread it, again, and again,

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Too, as in, Also…

from  ‘Gold Mine’ _____this true heart______________ I will write your name on every breath from now until forever, forget you never, know that I have not let go of this true heart. Forgiving you and him and them and everyone, everything, sing ever louder, stronger, taking claim of every wind and every rain, rising up out of every flame until

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Letting Go of the Tiger’s Tail

If you’ve got the tiger by the tail, then doesn’t the tiger have you as well? I thought something was hanging onto me, that I couldn’t shake loose. That could be, but it could also be that I was holding onto whatever it was.  So, I’m going to let go of it, and see what happens. That sounds vague, though

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