The Book Fair

This weekend I had the enormous pleasure of having a table at the local Diamond Valley Writer’s Guild (of which I am a member) book fair. There was a decent turnout, I sold some books, and I had a wonderful time getting to know other authors. Bonus, it took place in a local artists gallery, and I got to see some amazing art from local painters. Great stuff!

Two of my favorite authors were also there (not that I am biased or anything) and I got some pics of them being awesome.

This is the lovely poet, Judie Mare. She has four books now, all available on Amazon.com.

To find her books, click HERE.

 

This is the very talented and funny Mr. John Hoddy. His little minxy protagonist is a wonderfully engaging character, and I highly recommend his first book, The Bandit Little Red. His second book in that series is coming soon(ish).

To find it on Amazon, click HERE.

I Hope to attend more events like this in the future. As always, I will share the adventure with you, reader. Until next time, happy reading!

 

 

Of Two Minds

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

I lay still a sec or two;

Will I smile today, or weep?

 

On days of the first

I plan, I work, I do.

An energetic burst;

But days like this are few.

 

On days that feel the latter

I put on a brave face

I fill my day with chatter,

My effort leaves no trace.

 

I have thought to reach for aid

But don’t know how to express

How parts of me fade;

How each day is less and less.

 

Who could know this blight?

Who sees through the smoke?

Who would know I’m not all right?

Who sees I hide behind each joke?

 

When the light reaches through

My heavy-lidded sleep

My mind get it’s on-cue.

Which mindset will it reap?

 

Don’t Say

Not to speak

Words that hurt

Yet dreaming softly

Of the dirt.

 

Bound up tight

Stress and fear

An urge I fight

Still lingers here.

 

I am at war

My smile: armor

My silenced core

Plays the charmer.

 

I’m lost inside

Don’t know my way

My compass fried;

Lost to the fray.

 

I know the prize

That hides within.

I keep my soul;

If I can win.

 

*note: this is one that was written a few weeks ago by hand, I just finally typed it up.

Life Story

Life is full of challenges

Some big and some small

We try to sway past obstacles

But we can’t see them all.

 

They say life’s all ‘bout choices

But it’s also mostly chance.

How do you meet prince charming

If they never hold a dance?

 

We take what we are given

And we spin it to a tale

Making up our story

Explaining why we fail.

 

But what if all our failures

Are really just plot twists?

What if each discomfort

Is a lesson we have missed?

 

A Poem

Years of my life I’ve spent spending my time

Waiting for something I can’t quite define.

A big silver clock ticks on top of my head.

The more the time passes I miss what it’s said.

My glasses are thicker; my waistline is too.

The days looking forward are fewer than few.

Just out of reach is the answer I want.

Changing and morphing, the words are a taunt.

I watch others pass me, getting there first.

They started before me, with placement that’s worse.

Where am I going? What purpose is this?

What obstacles are there for me yet to miss?

Life can be hard, but the ending is certain.

When all’s said and done, how much waiting is worth it?