Can you come up with a title for this?

I finished editing The Inheritors 12 June and it’s now out with some first readers.

After completion, I cleared things off my desk.

Kind of an archaeological dig, that.

One excavated piece follows. It’s not a short story, not a tone poem, and is framed like a poem.

Let me know what you think. Also, if you have any ideas for a title, please share.

Thankee!


My ancestors
kept lighthouses
to guide ships at sea
safely to harbors,
their bounty to share.

My people
light the skies
of night
hoping that one ship
piloting the cosmos
will return to save us.

The seas gone,
the forests no more,
no animals other
than man,
this rock our home
abhors.

Flee, they said.
Flee, they called
from far away,
their great ships ready
to save us.
Their price a change in our ways.


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The Shadow’s Project Limited’s Terry Melia Interviews Joseph Carrabis

Gifted author Terry Melia interviewed me recently as part of The Shadow’s Project Limited‘s author interview series.

All cards on the table, Terry’s Tales from the Greenhills is an amazing novel and how Terry and I got in touch. We knew each other via Twitter, I enjoyed our interactions, and decided to give his book a go.

Strongly recommended.

Terry contacted me a while back about being interviewed. As my The Augmented Man was re-released by Sixth Element Publishing, I said “oh…well…if i have to…PLEASE DEAR GOD YES OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE!”

You can watch the video below or on YouTube.

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Poetry Workshop 4

I continue sharing my attempts at poetry written during a workshop I took. This is from the last class in the series. You can read my efforts in classes 1, 2, and 3.

Continuing with his previous methodology, the teacher gave us one liners to build upon.

Unlike my previous methodology, my first effort is okay. Not great, more than meh!, basically acceptable. My second effort speaks for itself and hearkens back to my opening comments in the first class.

First up, a rift on “Waiting on the vaccine,” something present on everyone’s mind in January 2021.

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The second theme to build upon was “Hard times come again no more.”

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And so I leave you, perhaps better understanding why poetry is not one of my GoTo forms.

Poetry Workshop 3

I continue sharing my attempts at poetry written during a workshop I took. You can read my efforts in classes 1 and 2.

The teacher again gave us one liners to build upon. Our first effort also had rhyming as a constraint, the second one was constrained only by a single word from our immediate surroundings.

As with my previous first efforts, this first effort is meh! but not as meh! as class 2‘s first effort. I read my second effort to the class and again received kudos from other students and the teacher.

First up, a rift on “I went to the rock to hide my face” and note, this is also a hymn lyric and can be found in popular song.

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Now, the poem which received kudos from teacher and fellow students. We were told to take a single thing from our surroundings and build on it. I look out over a woodland and a raven landed on our porch railing as we were given this task. I took Raven as my inspiration.

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Read the fourth class’ meanderings.

Poetry Workshop 2

I continue sharing my attempts at poetry written during a workshop I took. I previously posted the first class’ meanderings.

This week the teacher gave us one line themes. My first effort is decidedly meh! My second effort (evidently) much less so. I read it to the class and several other students thanked me. The teacher said, “You took us some place.”

First up, a rift on “The hole wasn’t wide.”

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Now, the poem of which the teacher said, “You took us someplace.” A rift on “There ain’t no water in your well.”

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It’s definitely a poem and I can figure out the fixes.

I think.

Read the third class’ meanderings.