Persistence

Persistence

A dear friend (who also happens to be a very talented writer) and I have collaborated on a collection of poetry and prose called, Persistence.

The book is illustrated with wonderful photography by Keith’s wife, Deana, and drawings by their daughter, Madison.

Persistence is currently available at CreateSpace and will soon be available in hard copy and Kindle at Amazon.  I will post an update when these are ready.

Self-publication is a new realm for me and not something I’m sure I’ll ever do again.  Keith did all the hard work on this one (all I did was write) — it wouldn’t exist at all without his, well, Persistence… Thank you, Keith.

Hoping you enjoy this labour of love,
Stephanie

Not to be Seen in a ‘Zine

You
would not call me
Poet.

Perhaps I am not
angry
enough, or
perhaps I am too
busy
hacking through the
husk
of angry to reach the
core of pain.

Perhaps I love
words
too much, or know
too many or long
always
to know more.

Perhaps I
spell
too well, preferring
to pay homage to the
Ancestors
who left us
Silent Ps and Bs and Hs,
Diphthongs,
Gerunds,
Counterintuitive Pronunciations
and
three words to two, too.

Perhaps I cannot
match you
fuck for fuck, or
believe too much in
subtlety.

(there’s that pesky silent b)

Perhaps my
Mind has not yet
made trite the
Beauty
of a rose, nor my
Ego
turned insipid the
Joy
of a child.

Perhaps the smell of
Death
has not yet
overcome the smell of
Puppy Breath.

Perhaps I
sometimes
rhyme.

For whatever reason
or for none,

You
would not call me
Poet.

And that suits me
just fine.

 

©sdrogers 14 january 2013