City of Legends

Some news organizations are saying that the Nor-easter quasi-blizzard that is barrelling down on DC and Baltimore right now will be the "Snow Storm of the Century".  Okay.  Not anything I can do about it but make sure I am home, taking a nap, when it hits, the better to be well-rested when it is over for the digging out phase.

Two feet plus of snow is what they are calling for.  Big deal for DC, but I spent my childhood at Air Force bases along the Canadian border; Alaska, North Dakota, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.  Two feet of snow is chump change.

Communications may become unsteady for a day or two.  Might lose power and have to actually sleep under more than one blanket.  Might have to eat the dog.  Nah, first the dog food, then the cats, then the dog…isn’t that the correct order?  But supplies are laid in.

My first shipment of loveaddict showed up yesterday.  I have my nits to pick, but that won’t stop me from getting out the first rash of orders as soon as I can get to the post office.  Liza, the cover looks great - you’ll see.

Love, romance, sex.  The high of raptured contact.  First kiss.  Parting kiss.  The discovered lie.  The damning truth.  The smell of brimstone.  The smell of jasmine and warm skin.  The spirituality of making love.  The necessity of pain.

Themes.  Themes to be covered in loveaddict, my next book (you’ve seen the cover in my last entry).  What was originally to be a volume of all new poetry, exploring the nature of love and why we are drawn to it, has evolved.  I am not giving details.  I want to surprise you, to please you like an unexpected kiss or a bundle of roses.  I will tell you that the book is a confession, and the titular character is me.  Not a confession of some great evil or crime, but of how my mind and soul work and how I have sought to fill the need for love and to love in my life.

I am still editing at this time, but we are probably looking at around 160-175 works.  Many published previously, elsewhere, in various literary and poetry journals (I don’t keep track of my publication credits, which I find in the ghetto of academic poets is considered a worse sin than plagiarism.  Fuck ‘em.  This is not a game to keep score in, this is my religion, not a dilettante’s hobby).  Many of the poems are new, so new you can smell the afterbirth.  Some are refractions of the past, distillations of the present and visions of an uncertain, but hopeful, future.

There are reflections of the catalog of my muses, from Alabaster to Aubergine.  From the Mad Gypsy to Brigit.  Valkyrie and Goldenheart.  The cats are present, Panther and Leopard, but only there because the Radiant Tiger found virtue in them, spoke of them, and chose to make the words public.  There are new muses, or at least ones you have never met before. 

Soon after the book comes out, I will be removing selected selected earlier volumes of my works from circulation.  Some of my older volumes contain works that, in the filter of time, I have judged disposable.  Just as I have decided certain people are.

The blurbology for this one will be interesting.  I haven’t decided yet who to approach.  Maybe Larry Jaffe?  Some new people.  Som non-writerly types, even.  Many were startled when "Artisan and domestic diva" Michele Beschen, the host of B. Original, blurbed As such…

I do wish to thank the lovely and talented Liza Lorraine for her contribution to this book, in the form of the cover photo.  It is stunning.  If one poem in this volume speaks to one person the passion and evocation of emotion that her photo does to me, I will be pleased.

Now. back to the editing.