Friday, May 7, 2010

New day, another query

Sent a query this morning for Heritage Fields. No biggie, just making a record of when I send these out so I can keep track of who I pitch the book to.

You might think this would give me time to kick back. HA! I'm poring over each word now in anticipation of being asked to send the whole manuscript. It will happen and I will be damn ready for it.

Not exactly sure what we are doing for Mom this weekend. Melody and Joseph and the boys are on the way but we don't know when they are going to arrive.

Next week should be exciting on the job, going to a tech demo on the USS Intrepid for Panasonic Solutions: "We will be demonstrating the latest B2B products for professionals whose jobs depend on reliable technology, including PSC’s enormous 152-inch plasma, 3D broadcast camera and production editing displays, and command center mockup with multiple 103-inch plasmas.

Speakers will include PSC president Rance Poehler and Cpt. Richard Phillips, whose Maersk Alabama ship was hijacked by Somali pirates last year. In addition, we will be officially launching a new Toughbook rugged computer at the event."

Late in the month I'll be on a panel with other journalists at Princeton U. It's a pretty busy time!

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