Thursday, May 7, 2015

Progress: new poetry book

I have already written all the poems for the new poetry book I'm writing. I plan to call it Mystic Dreaming.

I plan to talk to the intended illustrator soon and see if he's willing to do the artwork. We shall see.


As of today (May 7, 2015), Sylvan Dreaming is #1 on the "Hot new reads" on Amazon in the category "Nature Poetry". Quite an accomplishment since the book has only been out a week! Though I doubt it will stay there very long.
But enough bragging.

Sylvan Dreaming is out on both Kindle and as a paperback book and available at Amazon right now (and in 5-7 more weeks, it should be available at bookstores and libraries), and now I'm working on a second book of poems, hesitantly titled Mystic Dreaming.

 I will update this blog with the progress on the new poetry book as it comes.

Friday, May 1, 2015

"Sylvan Dreaming" published

The  poetry book "Sylvan Dreaming", written by me, has been published and is now available on Amazon for $12.

Link to buy it:

A few of the poems from "Sylvan Dreaming":

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy
The warmth and safety of
Home and hearth,
But sometimes
When the rain falls
And all else is quiet
I dream of traveling
To places far beyond
The borders.
To other places, other worlds,
The worlds within my dreams.

(For a friend)
Little filly
Run like wind
Faster than the colts.
Shining golden
Dappled fur
Glows in the
Morning light.
Eyes of blue
And sky of blue
Leopard wants
To touch the sky.
Springing high
Above the ground,
Can you fly?

Soft silver moon,
Black velvet night,
Sky speckled with starlight.
She flies,
Her great wings spread-
Shining silver tinged with gold,
Her feathers sparkling, glinting
When moonlight touches them.
Scales glisten, shine
In starlight, moonlight.
The sound of pack-song far below-
She banks, dives.
Wolves move aside
From the stone where they gathered,
Continue their howls.
She lands,
Her mane glitters
Like dewdrops on spiderwebs.
Circling wolves’ howls
Strengthen her
Even as she rests
From her long journey.
Pups climb along her rough back,
Between her spikes.
The smallest, at her head
Chews her antler-tips
But she does not mind.
Sky-blue eyes glow,
She wraps her long shimmering tail
About her, feathers and spines lay flat.
Her leaf-like tail-tip covers up her face.
Curved, sharp claws now sheathed,
Paws curled beneath her body,
Great wings folded over her back,
She softly trills like a bird,
Calming the pups.
Scale and feather,
Claw and antler,
Talon wrapped pearl,
Silver blue eyes
All start to glow,
Making the wolves’ pelts shine
With the softness
Of moonglow.