What’s New Wednesday: May 6

There are a number of new things I’m rolling out for this blog. The first minor change is the regular Tuesday post. The Twofer Tuesday format wasn’t working as well as the other days of the week. Instead of two poems, I’m only posting one and calling it Tuesday Poetry. I’m also attempting to have more nonfiction. I guess one could call these normal blog posts such as this one. I’m trying some new things. Some stuff I’m trying to write more often and I’m throwing out some tips and things for writers.

We’ll see how many of these new things work well enough to stick around. Other new stuff. I’m working on multiple projects. One criticism I’ve gotten about my poetry books is there are often random things that don’t fit the theme of the book. I’m trying to focus more on theme consistency and therefore have two poetry books in progress. I have also written over half of the first draft of my novel “The Hook.” And I’ve started outlining what will become my next novel. I’m also developing another short story collection but have written no short stories at the moment. 

Those are the basic new things for May. We’ll see how these new post ideas work. If they don’t, I have some new ideas for June. If they do, well I’ll do my best to keep them going. If there is anything you all would like to see more of or something new you want to see on this blog, leave a comment and tell me what you think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Tuesday Poetry: Humanity is Hurting

There’s an energy of hate
Pulsating through the world
And everyone blames someone else – 
The truth is – they hate themselves – 
They have no compassion because
They feel no self-compassion
They have no self-love – 
You can’t love anyone
Until you love yourself
And hating someone does not
Give you the right to hurt them – 
No one has the right to hurt anyone
So, stop hurting yourself and others

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Hell is a Lonely Place

The more time I spend
With other people whether
They’re strangers or friends
The more I feel alone – 
These people, these activities
They’re only distractions
To keep my mind off
How alone I feel – 
There’s no one to help me
No one to make it all better
It’s in my head and 
I have to fix it
Because I created this problem – 
I created all the sadness
And anger and loss – 
Yes, I’ve felt pain
And trauma from others
But they didn’t allow it
To stew and fester within – 
I did that – 
I am the architect of my own hell
And I will be its destroyer – 
But I don’t know how

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.