a poet is one who
welcomes even demons
in truth’s name alone
a poet is one who
I’ve dropped the first edition of Gathered Rain to the lowest price Amazon will allow. It’d be great if I could offer it free of charge, but Amazon will not permit a price any lower that it is now ($5.38). Please read the earlier article I wrote explaining that I’d reduced the Kindle version to $0.99, since it contains further info on the book and my purpose in reducing the price.
Though it’s a modest bit of work, I’m happy to have had a haiku published this week on the Haiku Foundation web site.
This month they’ve been doing a playful series on work place haiku, with weekly topics. The subject for this week was “The Office Flirt.”
Let dreams be dreams but through their windows see
Vistas over wondrous landscapes of soul
Where you in all your native glory are free —
Then let the image be a growing seed invincible.
There is a blog on Goodreads built as a forum for authors to introduce their work. It appears to be frequented by writers who publish their own work, a choice I also made with Gathered Rain. Here’s the link to it and my entry, if you’d like to check it out.
I know that everyone reading this has had the experience of the relaxation and good feelings that thrive in the glow of a good book. For some, that might be Shakespeare sonnets, or the poetry of Rumi. Or it might be a Romance one particularly enjoys. Or a good mystery that has an immersive story, action, and good characters. We enter the world of the book and, in some wonderful way, we find deeper parts of ourselves not often touched by daily experience.
Over the past few years, I’ve repeatedly received feedback from readers that my book, Gathered Rain, provides that kind of experience. This is not to brag or buff up my ego in some way, not at all. I personally get the same experience from reading the book, and I often turn to it when I want to find a quiet, introspective moment of calming and inspiration.
In saying this, I hasten to add, that I can’t express adequately where the writing of this book truly came from. I wouldn’t say it’s “me” that wrote it, though I did the work. I’d say more that I was the instrument that was played by the force that created it. I sat quietly observing and opening to that power, whether it expressed itself through the shimmering of autumn leaves in the tulip tree in our yard, or in the sound and sight of water rushing over ancient cedar boles fallen across a stream in an old growth forest. These things have voices and it was my intent to allow them to express what they had to offer through me as an instrument of language. Because this is the nature of Gathered Rain, my experience, and that of others, has been that reading it is like entering the forest, or sitting quietly in a spring garden. One can go to such places through its pages. And in such oases one may find one’s own self more confidently emerging in peace and ease.
So, because I feel so strongly about the book, and because I feel that its full audience awaits yet to discover it, I’m going to offer the Kindle version of the book for the lowest price that Amazon will permit. Gathered Rain, the Kindle version, is now available for $0.99. If I could give it for free, I would do so.
Please consider Gathered Rain for yourself, or for loved ones, while shopping this Christmas Season. If you enjoy being in the natural world and breathing its refreshing scents, or lingering by the rush of a forest stream, but don’t often get that experience for yourself, Gathered Rain is the next best thing. If you spend a lot of time in such wonderful places, it can be a great companion in the experience.
If you wish to visit my book’s page on Goodreads, please do so and read or make comments, and if you’d like, please participate in my “Ask the Author” section because the subject matter in this book is near and dear to me and I think we could have a good time talking about it.
Crescent moon, bat, and
tattered cloud —
rites of Samhain.
A sepulchral cloud ceiling
over the shadowy tomb of earth.
Clouds, marching specters
this crescent knife moon —
luminous samhain intoxication.
I feel that many who visit Flowerwatch and find something they enjoy here will likely also appreciate the following book, as described in a review* I posted awhile back on Goodreads.
*See other reviews and books here.
I wrote the following book review* for Goodreads.
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi
A rising breeze
like a restful sigh
stirs idly the autumn colors
luminous autumn leaves
ascend in fiery silence
fleeing ghosts of winter
Lake Tahoe under
a stiff morning breeze —
rough blue marble,
foaming veins of white
in the orchard —
There’s a beautiful red fox around here lately, which I’ve not yet had the pleasure of seeing, but which my wife recently saw. He, or she, was dashing across the far end of the front lawn, happy and energized. Apparently, this jolly creature has been helping itself to the neighbor’s hens. We found two patches of chicken feathers down by one of our remaining stands of aging Christmas trees.
It’s a mixed joy, then, knowing that, after years of seeing so few of our beloved foxes here, we are now the happy recipients of the delightful company of one, only simultaneously with the cost that our neighbor and his hens suffer for it. I find, despite that, that I can think only of the energetic red-furred being that’s graced us with its company — for, we’ve little companionship from the native fauna of our region these days. Even the birds, especially the woodpeckers (which should be much more common than they are), are diminished (although, I did see a marvelous humming bird at the garden fountain yesterday, which moved me deeply). The jack rabbits left some time ago, apparently taking with them the foxes. Also, despite all the rain last spring, we do still seem to be enduring the consequences of years of drought, which apart from its apparently chasing away the animals, also makes for considerable challenges to gardening, and seems to include the ravages of bark beetles devouring our pine trees. It seems as though nature has put the hammer down around here lately, withdrawing her grace in many ways.
Still, now, there is that fox, and all seems somehow right with the world.