I’m still looking for people that might be willing to write a review for my book Fountain Of Confessions to post on Amazon and elsewhere online.
If you are willing to write a review, I will email you an e-copy of the book and after the reviews are posted, I’ll mail a hard copy of the book.
Thanks to all of you!!
XOXO ~ MM
Fountain Of Confessions is now available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle. I look forward to hearing any feedback on it. Thank you so much!
My 2nd book, Fountain Of Confessions, is going to be available through Amazon this week. I am so excited to share it with you. I am going through my emails for reviewers and getting in touch with some of you if you are still available.
If you’d like to do a review to post on your blog, I will be happy to send you an e-copy of the new book.
Thank you all so much for being here. Some of you have been here since the time I started this blog nearly 4 years ago!!!
I’ll be posting soon. Until then….
XOXOXO ~ MM
Starved out of politeness, cockroach-kicked feet
walk across a blue night.
My lungs are stuck together, breathing in
radiation from the hot air
blown in my face.
The people, the people glow
white teeth at every camera. I see
the teapot boiling,
my ears ring out electric chords,
far from the classic, ghostly shadow
that sprawl across my nerves
when they start to shiver.
They eat very little,
or a lot, or they drink
or they lie and mispronounce their own
names on purpose and move around mountains
blending in with the tones of the town.
These people seem largely designed, I
walk on needles. I am little and not
proportionate. I dream about
ages, and eggs and other meals
that are not enough on their own.
Is anyone? Enough with just their teeth and
their camera and light?
“She’s only crazy,” says my mother.
And the hills are long monsters leaking
into my brain. I’m dizzy
and distorted. This image.
This image set up in sanity, or not.
An interview with Nostrovia Poetry
Originally posted on Nostrovia! Tavern:
1) Tell us a little about yourself. What are you up to?
Right now I’m in school studying for a Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree and I’ve just completed my first chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark, that will be out in May 2013 with Writing Knights Press. I’m excited for that. That is a goal that I have been working toward for several years. I am in the process of…
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Summer has changed. Shadows walk loudly
through the forest.
I never thought I could multiply this way, but
you help me heat the sun. Now I’m locked
in the middle of a road
that I don’t know,
your feet planted in front of my knees.
A door falls asleep. I meant it for life.
Poisoned fruit for useless tongues. Then your
taste proved me wrong.
I lay on my back
and watch the morning cry. I made the forest
lie, but you’ve been lucky.
Jack the Ripper crossed the river and hung
up my soul. Now I chase the dark for you.
Curl up raw, stranger. Where is your
husband’s thick pockets?
You must be one of those different
I’m dead on my feet, you’re
sleeping in the gutter. Five days
in February – we both struggle.
Half a dozen snowflakes
ring the city, one man
hangs high above the river
two blocks down –
I can’t get my gown down
when I hear the secrets –
you shiver under the ice
and I like it,
biting my bottom lip, I’m nervous
for the next move.
Who’s it to be? Me or You?
All is well and dead on this side
but you look alive –
try to get a grip around your neck, but
you slump over
Where did he go with his large gloves?
Are you beating like a cat fish or more
Your colour is looking frozen.
Don’t pull those tears off too early or
you won’t recognize me.
I’m sorry for you, sister, losing
in this land, but when I see your secrets,
I tremble from a cursed realm
and I am ready to fade into the big city,
locked up with something like a vacuum cleaner
and let you go.
Today I have a theme. I am cardboard, Earth truly is flat.
We lay, either way, recycled by
If you met him, you would know how he melts rocks
in one gaze. His superpower
is ignited –
and we all will lose.
I eat paper waiting for the fat.
I don’t know if I exist,
and does it matter?
To some, maybe. But then I hear the voices
rushing by something
I guess it’s all about being a pretty rock
on the way to the Sun? Forgive me. I am ignorant.
That’s just not enough.
Sounds like you are lost
right behind where you are almost are
What are you doing here?
Swiping what I have to say about that?
It is I,
making sure that no thieves take the golden honey
from the hives.
We all are natural friends to befriend
the bees, but you have lost your way.
On the way, your treasure melts
away into a way to let go.
You’re almost there, save me!
Honey for everybody!
I hope I never see another world
covered in seagulls.
The bees are enough for me.
Little golden girl
you are perfect
in your comb
waiting for the right time to
find your way to where you almost