BrokenEchoes

 Good evening everyone. Welcome to this week's blog post. 1. Writing/Life Update It has been a heavy week at work. There are chaotic elements in flux that I can't control, so I am trying to be flexible and go with the flow.  I didn't get much poetry written this week, but I did get a few hundred words of a short story drafted. I like the direction that it is going in. I think that I am enjoying the atmosphere. The plan is a sort of cyberpunk heist story, but it is still in its infancy so that may change.  I received my latest poetry collection back from my editor, put in the final touches, and self-published it yesterday. You can find hit here . I also made the front matter, back matter and cover myself. The image on the cover is a featureless silhouette of a person afloat in stylized water. The person could be you. It could be me. It could be any of us who are still trying to stay afloat.   I think it looks good. What do you think? 2. Featured Poem or Excerpt ...

 Hey everyone.  Welcome to this week's blog post. I hope you have had a fun and productive week. I for one am happy that it is the weekend. It has been a whole week of long days, and I am glad to have some time for a writing session or two.  I am also working to polish up the next collection. The working title is currently "Treading Water". It is in the hands of my editor. I think I did a decent job of proofreading on my own, but hopefully it doesn't come back covered in red.  Yesterday was Friday the 13th and I took the opportunity to find a horror short story collection. I am looking forward to sinking my teeth into it.    It seems like it has rained every weekend for months and the sun shines when we are stuck inside. Spring is devious in that way. Sparing one moment and overgenerous the next. It marches on and nature is refreshed. This reminds me of my poem "Waking Up".  This poem was posted on this blog previously and you can read it here . S...

  Opening Reflection: June has arrived with its heavy green and its sudden rains. The air feels thicker, like it’s full of stories still half-formed. Some days I feel suspended between seasons. While remembering the promise of spring, I am bracing for summer’s heat.  Writing Update: I’ve spent much of this past week revisiting older work, not to revise it, but to reflect on it. One poem in particular came to mind after a recent conversation with my wife about small joys: the first blooms of the season, the reappearance of the birds in the yard, or how the light changes across the lake. Spotlight Poem: “Early Spring” Read it here: Early Spring (March 2022) This poem was inspired by a walk my wife and I took through Paintsville Lake State Park. It was still winter, but there were signs of an early spring The trail was still wearing winter’s grey and there was a cold breath of wind off the water. But in the middle of all that stillness, she saw them: the first wildflowers o...