Just a quick note to let everyone know that my Kindle short, “Pearls Before Swine”, will be available free of charge for 24 hours starting at midnight Pacific Standard Time tonight.
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I hope y’all take advantage of this free offer, and if you enjoy (or don’t) my gruesome little tale, feel free to post a review on Amazon, and/or leave a comment here. I appreciate any and all feedback.
And I apologize for not responding in a timely manner to comments, follows, and posts these past few weeks. I’ve been busy putting together a collection of shorts that will be available as a Kindle eBook in just a day or so.
I may actually take a break from writing for a few days; I feel as if I sorely need the time to just chill out. A week or so ago, I bought myself a handgun, a 9mm Smith and Wesson. I think I’ll take it to the firing range and do some practice firing. Sounds like a good way to relax.
I was first introduced to Edgar Allan Poe when in grade school. My two oldest sisters, Mary and Donna, were in high school then, and I think one of them (possibly both) read to me from their literature books. Or maybe I nosed through their books and read the beautiful poetry on my own. I really don’t remember, and neither one is around as I write this post. I could call, but well . . .
I’ll just let it go by stating that without having access to the dark, tragic works of Mr. Poe during my formative years, my style of writing–and the genres that I read–could have taken a different turn. I would probably still be interested in writing on the left side of weird, but maybe I’d be spinning tales about unicorns and fairy princesses instead of monsters and demons and “things that go bump in the night”.
Below is a YouTube link to a reading of “Annabel Lee”–which I read so often those many years ago, I almost knew it by heart–and following it, a written copy.
I hope you enjoy its woeful beauty as much as I do.
By Edgar Allan Poe
|It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
mirrors do not lie
they stare into your clouded eyes
down, down the bottomless well
straight into the rapacious mouth of hell
where nightmares breed
and famished Beelzebub feeds
ripping apart your lonely soul
razor-blade teeth burning like coals
do not look in mirrors, I say
nor let your eyes stray
to the bewitching silvered glass
through which maleficence can pass
avert your curious gaze
be not like Alice…beguiled by the maze
drawn into a world where nothing is real
not hope, not dreams, nor love…all surreal
I was born in the age of dinosaurs—1953—the last of seven children raised and loved by Tom and Agnes Workman. Yep, I was the spoiled baby of the family.
My siblings and I grew up on a 180 acre farm/ranch way out in the country. We lived in an old house where the only sources of heat was a fireplace in the living room and a wood cook stove in the kitchen. All the bedrooms were unheated. You wanted warmth when the snow was ass-deep, you stayed in the kitchen or pret ‘near inside the fireplace. And the bathroom . . . well, it was a rickety outhouse way down past the garden spot. I remember running barefoot to it in the dead of winter. I was tougher back then. Continue reading
An update on Barbie Dolls And Ribs–
Today, after giving it considerable thought, I unpublished “Barbie Dolls And Ribs” from KDP. I don’t know how long it will take for it not to be shown on Amazon, but at least it is now unavailable for purchase. There were a few reasons I did this, the main one being I thought the story too short for the price, which was ninety-nine cents, the least amount Amazon would allow me to charge. Continue reading
I like what I see
When I look in your eyes
When you look at me.
I like what I smell
When I’m wrapped in your arms
Ensnarled in your spell.
I like what I hear
When you whisper my name
Soft lips brushing my ear.
I like what I touch
When our legs entwine
And our hungry hands clutch.
I like what I taste
When my tongue strokes your flesh
In a kiss far from chaste.
All these things now are gone
Love washed away
Into the dark sea of dawn . . .
I have been busy, busy, busy–in between bouts of illness. First up was a stomach virus that laid me low for over a week. Then a pulled back muscle, which I tried to work through, that kept me off my computer and on a heating pad when I wasn’t at my day job. Then a few days ago, (back pain finally improving, but not gone) I was hit with a urinary tract infection. Needles to say, the last few weeks have not been pleasant. I told a friend of an old wives’ tale popular here in the South, that states: “Bad things happen in threes”. I’ve gotten my three in; hopefully, I’m safe for a while. Continue reading
The color of the ocean floor
The color of the deepest well
The color of a witch’s cat
The color of a lover’s spell
The color of infinity
The color of a new-moon night
The color of secrecy
The color of a dream that never takes flight
The color of a broken heart
The color of a demented mind
The color of an empty life
The color left behind
The color I breathe
The color I see
The color I taste
The color that owns me
For black is…
I am exhausted! My brain hurts!
And here is the reason why—
Yesterday I took a leap of faith: I became an indie author. Through KDP, I published a short story titled: “Saving Grace”. Let me tell you, it was no easy task. Lord knows how many hoops I jumped through—some I caught my feet on and fell through. Finally, I overcame the many obstacles littering the path of this poor, computer-challenged woman and got my story out there. My head killed me for two days, but I did it! And now that I have accomplished the deed, the next time will be far easier—I hope. Continue reading