Need help naming this one

Bowl of cherries sit

centered on a black wood table

mounded fruit striate a rounded red

a wave and weave of azure

nature-polished, warped mirrors

their woman round and woman curve give

smooth-textured invitation.

Tear the flesh,

red juice spot black

the dark undulant pits within

are dead promises of life

dark inside and dark in ground

drop to the earth and inside hide

wake, tremble,

earthy dweller

Mezcal End

Your formative beginning

was the underside of some leaf or branch,

a haven of factoried photosynthesis

Body of segments like life for you,

a series of moults, stages and progressions,

rungs on life’s ladder ever upward

to the chrysalis and celestial end.

But you,

breathing deep in spiracled obscurity

are meant for lesser end.

Human digit seized,

grasp and thrust you through

to smooth-surfaced cylinder,

poured death of sharp-biting mezcal,

fiery baptism bathing your end

‘til soft-tissued skin soaked up its killer.

What simple dream dashed.

The sound of wing aflutter

a silence never beat.

Float there in the bottle,

a dreg of liquid labeled,

by chance a dare some day,

but never a creature of wing.

con gusano.

What I've Written

Until this year, I've written mostly in fits and starts. Really not much of a list for 20+ years of effort. But I've got my 1,000 a day goal now, and I am sticking to it.

First book - A western. I rewrote it two or three times, so I could fudge and call that three, but I will only call it one. Never named it, that I can remember. It is buried in a file cabinet somewhere and will never see the light of day. I was a big Louis L'Amour fan back then.

Second effort - the Without Mother Without Father Trilogy. Spent far too many years going over this and rewriting. Have seen it so much I don't really know how good it is. Electronic publishing allows me to put it out there for others to decide.

Third try - Blissful Misery. Not out for sale on Amazon yet. I am going to get a cover soon and then I will dispense. Kind of short, but some good writing. A friend and I have put some work into making this a graphic novel, so that might happen.

A screenplay called The Forerunner. Got the name from a Ralph Waldo Emerson poem. About a man who thinks his father committed suicide and how that has affected his life. A bit of a thriller.

Some short stories and a couple other screenplays I didn't finish.

Last finished project - Alone With You Somehow. Lifted the name out of a tune by one of my favorite bands - Self. Finished it the end of June. Letting it sit for a month before I return and start a review. This book stemmed from a challenge I believe I received in a class I took from Dave Wolverton (David Farland). The challenge was more for a short story, but I made it bigger. It was to have your main character do something really horrible in the first scene, then redeem him by the end of the story. Hopefully I succeeded.

The next book will be an HP knock off.