One week from tomorrow, Travels with Clancy: Poetry from Coast to Coast hits bookshelves everywhere! Earlier this year, I took a road trip from New Hampshire to Northern California and back. While the trip was intended to be 10% relaxation, 40% hiking, and 50% writing a new collection of short stories, it ended up being 35% hiking, 10% talking to animals, 0% writing any short stories, 5% writing poetry, and 1050% falling in love with the open road. The math works, I promise.
To all those who were expecting another collection of short stories, you’re just going to have to wait! Another promise I’ll make though is that this collection of poetry is chock-full of stories short and long. I hope you’ll pick up a copy of Travels with Clancy from your local bookseller or bookshop.org and take a little journey of your own.
I know you all have been waiting! Okay, some of you have been waiting. Alright, alright, maybe a couple folks have been waiting. I should have more details soon about a release date, but for now please settle for this cover release!
Another one gone, a statistic, hell, not even a statistic. Paperwork to be shuffled or better yet, thrown away. A throw away; what did the report say? Was she Asian? Native? Surely, not white. White? We could work with that. We would work with that. Don’t worry, we are changing the system, you know, the same system that failed you in the first place. The same system that works for only one race. No one is gone without a trace, as long as she’s white, rich, and got a pretty face.
Agreeing to disagree is avoiding the problem. There are some issues that warrant a difference of opinion and others that are absolute in nature. Some matters to be debated: taxes, healthcare, the salaries of politicians. Some matters that are absolute: equal rights for all, saving the environment, knowing that the following performance is mediocre at best, but contains a highly important message.
If you can’t listen, you can’t change. If you can’t change, you can’t move forward. If you can’t move forward, think about where that leaves you.
Enjoy, share, cringe at my voice, but no matter how it makes you feel, listen.
With the start of a new year, I am happy to announce that I’ve got several projects in the works. While a few may take years, others may be out in 2021! It all depends on how busy I remain at my back-up job of bookselling. The first book that might make it to the shelves this year will be another collection of poetry called She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not. This is a poem that will be in the collection and to be honest, one of my favorites so far. Enjoy!
Mother Nature’s Divorce
She’s hopeless, you know. How many times has She tried to kick him out now? He keeps saying he’ll change, the lying drunk, the destructive fuck.
“I’ll do better, You’ll see. I’ll clean up my act, I’ll plant a tree.”
His flowery language sure to wilt by the last breath of his drastic lilt.
She got mad, sure. She threw it all at him, the vase, the heat, the viral masterpiece. He dodged left, then right, then finally brought to his knees, his face, a mask, of death, uttered words to please.
“I love You, it’s true, I couldn’t live without You.”
I keep hoping She’ll change because I know without a doubt, She could be surprised at what She can live without.