I’m trying to promote my novel, “Relocated,” so check out this review on askDavid.com:
And check out “Sand in the Desert” as well
In addition to promoting the novel, I’m editing two others. I got tagged in a blog hop and answered a few questions about one of them, an adult science fiction novel tentatively entitled “Broken Bonds”:
I’ve been playing with digital images again.
Here are a couple of poems I’ve written, two versions of the same gray, dreary day:
The rain hangs short of falling
and chill air blows
through my open window.
My novel’s turned dull,
the heroine another blonde,
lucky at everything but love.
I’m down to dregs of coffee,
the flavor burnt and bitter,
sandy grounds populate my cup.
I’ve insufficient motivation
to rise from the table
or boot me out of my fog.
My dog humps open the door
rests her grinning muzzle
on my knee.
Anything short of a downpour
is good weather for canines..
Time to go for a walk
My novel’s heroine has no class.
l have to give the book a pass.
Rain hangs just short of the grass
I hope the gloomy weather will pass
Chill air blows in the window , alas.
I bang it shut, hope shivering will pass
My smoky fire smells of burnt grass.
Time to walk. Don’t let more time pass.
Rain streams down the window glass
I have to give walking the dog a pass