Wednesday, June 23, 2010


A published author recently suggested I consider e-publishers for getting my work in the hands of readers. While this may hasten my pursuit of getting Heritage Fields out there, I have my misgivings.

A certain intangibility surrounds e-publishing in my mind. True, more e-readers are on the market with new models to follow. But does this mean electronic-only novels are being read on par with titles that are also on bookshelves? I do not have any numbers on that yet. E-publishing is more of an independent route, like a band that gets air play strictly through online sources.

Further, I have seen material get removed from the Web after it was already published. A story is lot harder to erase once it is in print on paper. I will explore this, but continue my original game plan.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away