Let’s Try Something New

In September I saw a CFS from Dust Poetry Magazine for chairs, photos of empty chairs, and a voice in me said, yes, send them something, do it, send something in. I don’t know if it is the current state of the world, but my inner me is becoming my outter me and I gotta tell ya it is really working out. I’ve submitted more stand -alone pieces this year than I ever have. Some have been received well and some have been thoroughly rejected.

I feel like I have nothing to lose at this point and everything to gain.

Photo by Danielle MacInnes (Unsplash 2017)

It can be that way for you too. I encourage you to do that thing you want to do. Do it now. Don’t wait! It might turn out or it might not. Thats ok. You’ll still learn something and have an experience.

As far as the submission went: It turned out, y’all!! My photo was including in a cool gallery of chairs! Check out the link and, I don’t know, look at my chair! Dust Poetry Mag Gallery

2017 Year End

2017 has been a lot of things to a lot of people. It’s been difficult and challenging, joyous and prosperous. 2017 encouraged people to reflect on who they are, who their family and friends are, and what they are willing to do to love, protect, and respect themselves and others.

It’s been scary and overwhelming at times. It’s been enlightening too.

I gave myself a chance this year, more so than any other time. I slowed down, I listened, I let people show me kindness and love. I connected with people.

I read incredible books and stories for which I am extremely thankful for.

This year I completed my first collection of short stories. Two Moons, a collection of transformation and possibility. I’m happy for this book’s coming. Release day is March 20th, 2018. Join me March 24th  at the Raleigh LGBT Center for a reading. You can preorder Two Moons straight from the publisher here.

I hope you all have the opportunity to take a little time for yourselves this holiday season. You deserve it. I’ll see you in 2018.

Love and Light.

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Wait & See

The other night I dreamed I was five months pregnant. Sitting in the back of a cab, my huge belly pressed down on me while I looked at a severance check. The cabbie drove me around for a while. Then I stopped at a building, went inside to use the restroom, and stared at my reflection in a wide mirror.

When I woke up I reached for my belly. I was startled. I knew my dream wasn’t literal, but I felt so uneasy.

It’s a metaphor, I know. The severance check symbolism isn’t lost on me either. An ending leading to a beginning. Something is growing within me, around me, for me. What is it though? An opportunity? A thing? A person? An idea?

Guess I’ll have to wait and see. 😉