Green Apples and Greener Grass

It’s been a topsy-turvy, roller coaster of a week.

On the good side, though, things seem to be looking up.

The notable San Francisco bookstore, Green Apple Books, is now carrying my poetry book, Quantum Singularity: A Poetic Voyage Through Time and Space. I am tickled…well, green, in this case! It’s at the Books on the Park  location on 9th Avenue: http://www.greenapplebooks.com/book/9781546682141.

Even more wonderful–green apples are my favourite (accompanied with a nice aged cheddar). How awesome of a synchronicity is that? And it certainly fits in with the theme in the poetry book, in more ways than one. “…I reached for you and caught apples on a string…” (from a poem in the book).

Thanks to Green Apple Books! Don’t forget to support your local bookstore!

Also, Seattle Book Review wrote a lovely review about my poetry book: https://seattlebookreview.com/product/quantum-singularity-a-poetic-voyage-through-time-and-space/.

I took the week off from the current day job for certification training in a different line of work (hence the “greener grass” part). The training for this potential new day job was held at the Hilton Santa Fe. In the letter that was sent around, it stated that lunch would be provided. I was thinking a sandwich tray and chips, so the first day I brought my own lunch (being vegetarian). I was not expecting what was actually provided. In the morning session, there was coffee, tea and pastries and/or muffins laid out. Lunch was a hot buffet with a salad bar, and even dessert. Afternoon? More hot coffee and tea, and a snack. This went on for all five days. Talk about feeling spoiled. (And, yes, there was a period of harsh adjustment when I resumed the current day job this week.) I can’t tell you how much I missed the hour lunch and the delicious meals. So, if I pass the test, I will be certified by the State of New Mexico and able to seek work in a new, up-and-coming field. If I do obtain my certification, I’ll have much pondering and planning to do re: the next stage of my life. And the transition will be an intense one.

For now, though, I’m behind in a lot of things on my to-do list on the business front. Including blog-writing and all kinds of other writing.

Anyone else playing catch-up? A blogger I follow (we’re related somehow, somewhere, sometime along the family tree, I believe) seems to be having a like week month: http://elaineorr.blogspot.com/2018/02/have-you-ever-had-one-of-thosemonths.html.

How’s your week/month/New Year coming along? Productive and enjoyable, I hope!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Synchronicity: Fire

 

Wrote a poem about an hour or so ago to submit to a contest, titled Bonfire. It was the day of bonfires earlier this week, which probably inspired it.

But, I’m a water person, usually. Water, coolness, rain, overcast skies. Yet, a fire elemental has been making its presence known. Hence the other part of the inspiration. In dreams. In random thoughts. In my poetry. In waking life. Then I signed back online to enter the poem. And encountered more fire synchronicity to wrap up the week. I feel a little haunted and eerie, even though I largely accept Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s practical/scientific view(s) on such mental/emotional phenomenon.

So I used the poem I wrote  for the contest to siphon off some of the feelings towards the fire element I’ve been having lately. A short story for another contest is going to hold some more. And the leftover I was planning on putting in another poem for share on here, sometime soon. But now I feel like a mimic, albeit unintentional. And it’s nice to muse on, but I’m not sure whether I also believe in Jung’s theory of collective unconsciousness (or my interpretation of said theory).

Still, words clamour inside my head to be let out. To be heard. And, like most writers, I can only release them, and hope they are heard by those who need them the most. Who are listening with the right-place-right-time heart. And maybe they will be someone else’s synchronicity.

Ouroboros

The snake catches fire.
I burn it to be free
of this infinite loop.
Of walking in circles
Spiralling around from dreams to life and back again.
Yet, I love being lost in the maze and
trapped in this mystery.
Are these glimpses more fulfilling
than the reality of you?
The poet in me asked the void.
I defend myself.
I burn the bridge, I say,
because I’m tired of darkness and shadows and half truths and ghosts that go bump
inside my head.
I want fire.
I want to scorch my world to cinders.
And I want you to be the water,
this time,
from which my phoenix is born.

–Willow Croft