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The year 7 update – part 1

As December comes around again, it’s time for my annual anniversary update post.  I’ve got a lot to say this year, so I’m going to split the usual single post update into two.  The first post will go over what I’ve done this past year, and the second post will talk about what I’m planning on doing next year.

So without further ado…

This year I continued my two-posts-per-week schedule from last year, but all poetry this time (no blog posts or short stories like last year).  I placed a heavy emphasis on audio recordings, and uploaded a recording with every post to my main website, a second post with a recording to Tumblr, and a recording on SoundCloud.  I also reopened my Patreon, and uploaded the poems and recordings to it.

Additionally, I began regular visits to open mic nights in my area beginning in April.  I did two of them nearly every month of spring and summer, with outings tapering off in the fall.  These were mostly at the River City Blues and Darts Club and HB Lovedrafts in Harrisburg, PA, though I believe I was at the Harrisburg Midtown Arts Center’s open mic night a time or two as well.

My goal for the year was to to finish republishing my first book, “A (Wise) Man of Two Faces”, using Amazon’s CreateSpace publisher, and publish three new books of my work:  all of my 2014 writing, the 2015 poetry, and the 2015 blog posts.  Unfortunately, I fell short of those goals.  I ran into multiple significant issues with the 2014 book, and have yet to finalize and publish it – though it is close.  I also did not complete any of the ebooks I meant to pair with these releases.  However, I did manage to republish my first book and both of the 2015 books, which I have pictured below.  They are available through CreateSpace and Amazon.

A Wise Man of Two Faces  2015(1) - rhyme  2015(2) - reason

I also went to three local festivals/events as a vendor to sell my books – two in May and one in November.  I was able to rush and get my new paperbacks done in time for the first two festivals, and I was able to bring the streamline my setup by the November event (pictured below).

Armstrong Winery in Halifax, PA (May):
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Fort Halifax in Halifax, PA (May)
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Upscale Art Sale in Ebenezer, PA (November)
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On top of all that, I worked on two freelance projects this summer in which I proofread and edited the dialog and script of visual novel-style video games.  I haven’t gotten clearance from my clients to discuss the one project, but I do have it for the second – Invisible Apartment 3, released by Vysoko Anime Production.  I’m including some game images and links below.  You can follow their producer and developer on Twitter at @BunnyJessican.

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And between all of that, I had a very busy year – so I’m going to end the first part of my yearly update post.  Check back later this week for the second installment – what I’m planning on doing with my writing going forward.

The sanguine song 2

My blood is boiling –
a sanguine song inside me
sits hungry on the horizon,
ready for the moment of release.

The pressure rises to a painful peak,
and the emotions erupt
as the storm screams in
to break upon my bed.

Oh, what rough radiance,
what fulfilling famine…
Oh sweet, merciful darkness –
where have you been my whole life?

Eventually exhausted,
we collapse in sweet surrender
to the mood, the moment, and the magic
of another’s eager arms.

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Trine

My light will never fade away –
it will stand for centuries:
strong, secure, and sentinel.

My heart will never burn out –
the fire in that furnace is fierce
in the face of confrontation.

My body will never remain broken –
for all the knaves that knocked me down,
who thought they knew me on my knees,
could not see the knight in me
who will never give up.

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The gift of a new day

I do not know what tomorrow will bring –
every day is a gift to be unwrapped,
every morning another Christmas,
every night another opportunity
to fantasize of gifts to come.

And some mornings when we awaken,
we are greeted by storms,
drama, and misunderstandings.
Other days we rise to see a clear blue sky
extending for miles past the horizon.

Do not fear the coming storms,
the heated emotions, or twisted words.
Do not let the fear of what may be
poison the joy of what could be
waiting on the far side of the horizon.

Tomorrow may be a blessing,
or it could be a curse,
and whether we laugh in the rain,
or weep in the midday sun
is our most important choice –
and the true present of the coming day.

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Raindrop rhythm

Falling fingers
striking keys
like a summer shower
that flows in waves.

A raindrop rhythm
that rolls in like the ocean tide,
waxes full in the sky,
and fades to a moonless night.

Breathless silence
yields to eager applause
as another storm rises
in jubilation.

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Into that long night

I’ve lived a long time,
I’ve seen many sights
during my lengthy climb
into that long night.

Some days were a delight,
some days were sublime,
and some days were a fright.

I may be past my prime,
but I’ll never quit the fight.
I’ll push past the glory and the grime
into that long night.

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A journey to the far side of tragedy

I was hurt,
once upon a time,
and in the years that followed
I dug a hole for myself,
and hid from the world.

But all the lies I told myself
could not make a hovel
into a home,
and all of my hiding
only helped me rot.

Only the wind could blow away
the cobwebs in my head.

Only the rain could wash me clean
of years of accumulated filth.

Only the sun could reignite
the passion in my heart.

And the earth that kept me safe
could stand for me still –
not as walls to hide behind,
but as a firmament beneath my feet,
supporting me on my journey.

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