Art and Writing.

I think it's important to produce art as a writer, even if you don't consider yourself an artist. I believe it frees up your spiritual heart, and makes room for new ideas to come in. You can even do little character sketches, and playing around with color is very liberating. Try it! You don't even have to share them with friends. Make a journal of your sketches and leave them to posterity if you like. Don't be too critical. It's just another technique to free your mind and your heart, which is what you need to be a good writer. Or at least that's what I think.

I Returned the Publisher's Edit Today

I was given the corrected manuscript last week, and today I finished making minor changes to their edit, and sent it back to them. This means it goes to the department that designs the text format of the book. So it is going forward, which is fairly exciting, to say the least. Check back for more updates on The Story of Josephine.

How to Order My Books

You may order my first book The Girl, the Moon, and the Melon from amazon.com and from barnesandnoble.com.

You can order my second book The Story of Josephine from this site: Click Here.

If you would like me to do a book signing for your group contact me a month ahead of time so I have time to order books: rndnswrth@gmail.com. I would be happy to do book signings anywhere in New York city.

Love is not Little

She loved a man who took long walks in the forest,
She wasn't pretty, and her beauty was apparent
Only to herself, and the little ones of the earth.
She sat by a stream and told the fish her problem,
That it made her love him more that he didn't know she existed.
That he was strong and sensitive and that nature loved him
The way she did, with all her heart and soul.
Nature can love too, and it picks the ones it loves
By revealing to them what the average person never sees
Because they are too busy pursuing money and fame amongst their fellows.
It's the silent ones that nature loves,
And he was so silent.
It was said that he was in love with a beautiful dark haired girl,
And that she had broken his heart in so many pieces
That even an ant pile could not carry away all the pieces.
Her heart broke too the longer time went on and he didn't see her.
Why do men always fall in love with girls so pretty they can't
Even handle it, they treat it like a power stick that they can
Beat men with for thinking that they are good enough to touch their
Beauty in secret places where love takes place.
Beautiful women can be raunchy that way.
To them it's all about sex and the power it imbues
To their ego, their flesh, their soft passion for more of it.
They found her drowned in a lake,
It was declared to be a suicide.
He finally saw her then for a moment,
And voted it a tragedy.

The Pyre of Persecution

Rhian was a witch who lived at the edge of the forest. Her mother had taught her how to steal a person's will, and how to curse a person with bees. Her mother had been an evil old witch, but Rhian decided from an early age to go her own way when it came to magic. She knew how to make a hundred butterflies land on her arm and face. Their little feet made her giggle like a little girl. The town's people chose her to burn at the steak, because she was pretty, and too many old nags saw their husbands looking at her when she walked through town on the way to the grocer. She made love potions for ugly girls, who paid her in secret, but never enough. She knew how to put a curse on people, but all she said before they lit the pyre on fire was: "I've never looked back, ask any of them. You know what I'm talking about."

The Young Man

Her empty eyes reflected back the emptiness she felt inside. Why did people have to die just when you were really starting to love them. Everything is so impermanant. Whose shoulder would she put her head on now when she felt inconsolable? God didn't play fair. Who told Him that we wanted to grow through things like this? It didn't make any sense. Why? This man had had so much potential, and now he was gone. The universe sighed. When would they get it, Karma is real.

My Love for Sade...

I first fell in love in 1992 when I bought my first Sade cassette, remember those? I bought Love Deluxe. I felt like she was singing to me. Maybe that's my mental illness, but I felt an instant connection to this sultry Diva. I used to work scanning documents for Texaco and I used to listen to that cassette all during my shift, until I wore it out, literally. I saw her in concert a few weeks ago. I was so charged with emotion. It was over too soon. I wanted to go to another concert but there wasn't one. She is such a sweetie, but she is more mature now, she's 51, although she only looks 31. As I have stateed my books starting with The Girl, the Moon, and the Melon are about a mythical life with the soul of Sade and my Soul. Hey if you're going to play God as a writer why not be one, or goddess in this case. I hope someday I get to meet her. I doubt I'll impress her, but it would be nice.