PAPER AND INK ARE MY WEAPONS OF CHOICE

an Excerpt from Paper and Ink Are My Weapons of Choice

My weapon has been drawn, dipped in fresh ink;
Crisp white canvas with blue stripes, that link
The things that pour forth from this furious war,
Spill like blood on the page, score after score.

There’s no writers block, only a cease fire;
Then the call back to battle after being inspired.
Whether writing history or solely ...for entertainment fix;
You can change more perceptions than with politics.

Poem Popping not Pill Popping

this is a pix of the first book I wrote and published through Xulon press... Poetic Prescriptions for Pesky Problems... as you can see on the cover there is a prescription pill bottle, but instead of pills popping out there is little scrolls of paper... poetic prescriptions.

It seems a lot of people take the easy way out and just pop a pill when they have anxiety or depression or a myriad of other things, it's much harder to look within yourself to clear up what is causing these adverse things and find the true solution that will last long after your prescription has run out. We all want to take the easy path, the path of least resistance, the wide road that's already been paved and full or rest stops rather than the road full of rocks, thistles, thorns, and road blocks. Happiness seems to come in a bottle for many, but it's not long lasting, and can make you dependent, damaging not only your body but your psyche... there is a better way, search for it and you will find the answer, if you knock on that door seeking the truth it will be opened.

Tough times don't last, tough people do

I've been juggling a lot of ideas for books, as well as compiling poetry books, I have been writing poetry since high school, but only really truly seriously gotten back into it as a regular thing in 2003, when we were in a tough situation where my husband lost his job, lost the cash for the down payment on an apartment from severance pay, and we were about to be homeless. Some friends took us in and we had to cram all of our belongings into one tiny room and space in their garage... I think we may have had to rent storage too? Not sure, it took hubby about 6 months before he found a new job and we were living off of credit cards basically. I was trying to "break in" to the acting world (as I still am). But tough times are always seeds that grow into something great, depending on how often they are watered and given sunshine and whatever else they need.

So the last 6 years that I have written, I have hundreds of poems, not all that great, but deep heartfelt expressions on how I felt at the time, whether I ever decide to share them with the world or not, I don't know. But at least they mean something to me. They got me through some tough times, and as I've said before, paper and pen are much cheaper than a shrink. Thank God for self expression.