Where an author and her creation meet.
As I was putting the final touches on Rise of Kings a few weeks ago, a suggestion from one of my beta readers led me down the path of -gasp- prose I’d written as a way of getting inside D’s head. While I don’t consider any of it *good,* it is insightful. None of this made the […]
Read MoreMEET THE POET Pamela Beckford Introduces Third Poetry Collection Pamela Beckford publishes her 3rd solo poetry collection. Using various poetic forms she illustrates how love can set the heart on fire but also shows how that same love can turn to ashes. Poetry is an expression from deep within the soul. It can be therapeutic […]
Read MoreDay three of the Changelings Blog tour has Pamela Beckford, she of The Year ‘Round Thanksgiving Project and Poetry by Pamela, as host. As I read her blog, I began to see that although Pam considered herself a reader first and foremost – and warm sunny afternoons on her deck buried in a book being […]
Read MoreStars Above (alouette) Starry nights shine bright Thousands of wee lights Constellations light the sky Darkness shows contrast While clouds have gone past Suspended in time up high Pisces and Leo Taurus and Virgo Constellations light the sky Sagittarius Libra, Pegasus Worlds of tiny lights float by ©2014 Poetry by Pamela, all rights reserved. This […]
Read MoreWarning: Prose ahead! The Daily Post’s challenge-of-the-week was to write a post in prose. Now, I know quite a few excellent poets, and I know I am not of their number. However, as my brain steadfastly refuses to leave D’s world, I thought a bit of prose introducing the players in Book 2 might be in […]
Read MoreDescription: Poetry is an expression from deep within the soul. It can be therapeutic and healing. It can bring out all the best or the worst in life. Her poetry comes from the heart, not the head. It is an outpouring of emotion and she exposes it to reader in the pages. Various poetry forms […]
Read MoreA: He rode a blazing saddle…! D: . . . A: Come on, D. Aren’t you going to fill in the next line? Hint: He wore a shining– D: I would think wearing a blazing saddle would be enough mental imagery for the folks reading. As you’ve been reminding me all day, it is a […]
Read MoreD: Really A? A: Best. Song. Ever. (not sure what assasin’s creed has to do with this, but it was the best version… go with it!) D: You know just how to turn my anguish into a joke. I’m not ready for this A. A: What’s the matter, D? It’s just a poem. And not […]
Read MoreD: A . . . A, I don’t quite know what to say. A: Oh boy, here we go – D: It’s just that you complained so bitterly. And really you just don’t have a poetic soul. How I ever landed in your mind is a mystery. I mean, sure you’re Irish, but you’re not […]
Read MoreGods do swear, I had years, Of stolen breath. Living trouble? Wrong. Living god. D: A, A, why are you doing this to me? A: Doing what? D: Torturing me! A: Thanks for the support, D. D: You are the first person to admit you’re not really made for this sort of thing. I mean, […]
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