Thursday, December 23, 2010

That frosty time of year

Getting ready for the drive to Richmond. Looking forward to seeing the army of nephews. And I suppose it's OK that my sister is there too. :-P

I'm sure we'll all have a fine time together. Bringing the laptop for some more edits. I think I have a decent editor to work with and will send along the entirety of Black Saturday for the full review. If I stay on target, I'll move on to the next stage by end of January. (agents, then submission to the four acquisition editors who asked for a look).

That's really about it for now. I have to get cracking!

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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