Write Right Publications

National Poetry Month, Day 3

writerightpubs — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 14:00:43 +0000

Without further ado… Borders Sovereignty fell away the day you gathered my storm-shattered Broken bits to you and felled the weakened war-torn walls at my Heart. Two well-worn seats waited; soft steam rose quietly from Two chipped china cups nestled atop soft egg-white saucers. We Sought detente while hurriedly negotiating the freighted details Of my [...]

Demanding of Oneself Because National Poetry Month…

writerightpubs — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 19:29:54 +0000

…insists on its tribute. To this end, and because author and artist Nina Brewton insists on inviting me in, I’ll post a poem a day for the entire month. This way I am a winner. Check back daily and chuck metaphorical rocks if you like. I owe two and here they are in no particular [...]

Items of Interest to Me. And Probably Only Me.

writerightpubs — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 15:37:53 +0000

I’m seeing some stuff on the Web that’s giving me fits. This idea that your reaction to behavior and, by extension, your behavior itself is somehow contingent on some external stimulus is just this side of ridiculous, isn’t it? Why are you, as an individual ostensibly possessed of free will, ceding agency to some external actor? That’s [...]

Write Right Publications. We Publish Books.

writerightpubs — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 20:06:04 +0000

Welcome back. Perhaps you’ve been away. Your Hamptons home was calling or the pied-a-terre in the south of France just couldn’t wait another day. Understandable. The body needs what the body needs. You may have missed a few things while you were gone, however, not the least of which was WE PUBLISH BOOKS. That’s right. [...]

Publishing for Dummies; Or, I Wrote and Published A Book

writerightpubs — Fri, 01 Mar 2013 15:19:09 +0000

There’s one gone from the bucket list. My first book, These Long-Tailed Words: Verse and Prose for Anyone, is finished and ready for prime time. Write Right Publications (the company whose blog you’re perusing) is publishing the book, along with Nina Brewton’s Heart of a Queen: Poetry and Prose from the Soul. Nina is known on the [...]

Religion Discriminates; God Doesn’t

writerightpubs — Sun, 20 Jan 2013 22:00:29 +0000

I was speaking with a friend, Nina Brewton, about the Quaker attitude toward gay marriage. There isn’t a Quaker attitude toward gay marriage per se; as with many other religions there are ideas as to what the congregants, religious leaders and their sect’s orthodoxy dictate must be the proper observed attitude toward gays and gay [...]

Color and Touch

writerightpubs — Thu, 17 Jan 2013 17:18:57 +0000

I’d seen beauty but once, Radiant as a shore sunrise, Aglow with a spirit-light Lighting my dreams all at once. In those eyes stars shone Candles lit casting at shadows, Stretching pillowed smiles as arrows, Breathing life into my soul’s home. Ebon skin, dusk-coated, brown, Aloft ‘ere wind kisses love-touched sky, Eternal bliss to transit [...]

Here, An Ending

writerightpubs — Tue, 24 Jul 2012 14:00:13 +0000

At the end we broke everything. Or it was already broken at the beginning. In the bedroom clothes were waiting in the hamper for the wash. My bras and panties and your boxers and undershirts, my jeans and tees, your shorts and sweat socks. The room was divided and the sides didn’t meet except when [...]

The Makings of Me: An Excerpt from Nina Brewton’s “Dramas Of A Bald Head Queen”

writerightpubs — Thu, 12 Jul 2012 15:00:06 +0000

Author Nina Brewton’s Dramas of a Bald Head Queen is the story of a journey through a life that’s quite a lot like yours: a search for truth, the stories of ties that bind family, a quest for discovery. We’ve included an excerpt from her recently released memoir below. We think you’ll enjoy it and hope you [...]

Rinse

writerightpubs — Fri, 29 Jun 2012 15:00:40 +0000

There is beaded silver rainwater outside my window. It is beat-beat-beating the brown painted peeling Weathered swollen pane. These mornings before the Beginnings of everything serve to dull the white Throb of settling sadness spreading up from parted Pistoning silences, born of dark failures of my dying Selves. The rainwater is sh-sh-sliding down and I [...]