shameless self promotion 1

This was the first published book I was part of.  I’m really proud of the story I put together for this collection and if, for you some reason, you haven’t picked up a copy yet…  What are you waiting for?!


Life on Earth is predicted to end on 15 July 2015. But the oncoming megatons of rock and ice break up shortly before impact. Now humanity must live in a world most believed would not exist. Across the planet, people are haunted by the future they did not fear, and even those who did not embrace death must face the consequences of others’ decisions. A collection of twelve stories about rebuilding hope.

Buy this title here.

And then leave a review.  Indy writers thrive on reviews.

Sack Nasty

You’ve heard of it, right?  A collection of prison poetry by Ra?  Yes?  Familiar?  I thought so.  You already have a copy?  Fantastic.  You don’t…?  What are you waiting for?

I’m not likely to tell you anything you don’t already know or couldn’t guess on your own.  The poems are gripping and insightful.  The voice and tone are true to Ra’s signature cadence.  The power of the words will force you to pay attention and make you think.  This poetry packs a punch.  And yet, there is a thread of driving hope, also a signature of Ra’s writing, prevalent throughout.

The poems uncover truths some might not see the value in shining a spotlight on, and some might not even believe are truths at all.  The poems discuss life and death: the often minuscule layer between them, the search for life behind bars, and the reluctance to admit that death is even a possibility.  The poems reveal the pain in the loss of one friend and the joy in the discovery of many new ones.

My words aren’t likely to sway you.  I doubt there is much I could say here to send you racing to buy the book, or to have you decide it wouldn’t interest you at all, but…  If you do happen to be on the fence, I would urge you to give Ra and Sack Nasty a try.  I think you will enjoy what you find within the pages of this book, this collection of prison poetry.

If I Could Write My Heart

IICWMHZoe, from Behind the Mask of Abuse, has published a couple different collections of poetry.  This one, in particular, struck a chord with me.  The writing is raw, powerful, emotion, and I think you would be hard-pressed not to connect with at least a handful of the pieces as you read through them.

Here is the title piece:

heartHow awesome is that?  That’s so awesome it’s awesome drenched in superbgravy.


When I decided that I wanted to do a quick write-up on the collection, I asked Zoe to provide a bit about herself and the book, and here is what she had to say:

“I’m a wife and the proud owner of a doxie and a snake. I like to write and always have. It’s been an outlet for me, as far back as I can remember. I’m thankful for it, because it helped me survive a childhood and beyond of abuse.  The poems you’ll see in my book tell my story.  I simply put them in my blog posts. One day my Hubby asked me why I didn’t put them in a book.
I had no good reason.
So now they’re in a book.
Despite the story of abuse that you will see, I want people to know they’re not alone and that there is hope.
I go deeper into my story on my blog
I’d like to invite you into my story.”


The collection is currently available on Amazon, Smashwords, and  Goodreads.

Zoe is amazing.  If you aren’t already following her you should go do that immediately.  And I highly recommend this collection.  It will move you.

As Zoe always says, there is hope.

decisions, decisions

Yesterday I posted about which five items I would save if my house was on fire.  Today I wanted to expand on that subject by discussing which things I wish I could have saved but had been forced to leave behind… in this hypothetical situation where my house burned down… and I was only able to save five things… though I still think I would have tried to put the fire out before it came down to a mad scramble to grab things on my way out the door, but that’s beside the point.

So, yesterday I saved five things, and today I’m happy to have those five things, but I am sad I wasn’t able to save………….. everything else. 

What a silly question, right?  I mean, if I didn’t want all my stuff, I wouldn’t have all of my stuff.  It’s not like I’d say, “Oh, I wish I had been able to save my DVD collection, but I’m okay with the bed getting burned to a crisp, I wanted a new bed anyway.”  Or, “It’s really too bad about my kitchen-ware melting down to puddles of goop, but I’m actually kind of happy the fire helped me clean out my closets.”

Or, how about this:  I wish I could have taken the fire out of the house – I’m sad I had to leave it behind to destroy my home.