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Moonpies & Naugahyde: A Childhood Survived

I’m happy to announce my second collection of poetry, Moonpies & Naugahyde: A Childhood Survived,  is now available!!

Fabulous watercolor paintings by Georgiann Carlson accompany my poems throughout, creating a book I am extremely proud of!

Since October is National Domestic Violence Awareness month, I can think of no better time to release it.

M&N Announcement

 

 

3 options available now on Amazon:

Note the 3 “versions” are not all linking up on Amazon correctly so I am providing the individual links below each option 🙂

1-Full Color Edition: Watercolor Illustrations presented in Full Color

This is the way this collection is meant to be experienced!

Get it here!

2-Black & White Edition: Watercolor Illustrations presented in Greyscale

(Producing the book in full color made it a little pricey so offering this B&W option)

here

3-Ebook for your Kindle, iPad, etc.

here

 

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The Connely boys…

 

 

I had to share this wonderful short story by Gigi.  She weaves such magical tales filled with love and hope.  Do visit her page to find more treasures.  

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Everyone thought Billy, Bobby and Jimmy were brothers, I mean they did have the same last name, after all.  But the truth is, the boys were not related in any way.  Matt and Clarise Connely had Billy and then sort of picked up Bobby and Jimmy along the way.

They were living on Elm Street, in a sleepy sort of town, when Bobby started hanging around their house.  He and Billy became friends and what was once a, “would you like to stay for dinner,” invitation quickly turned in to an every night occurrence.  Bobby, it seemed, was afraid to go home. Clarise could see it on his face and in his manner.  One night, when everyone went into the living room, she asked him to stay the kitchen for a moment.  Clarise asked Bobby to sit down at the table, which he did rather reluctantly.   She gave him a plate of chocolate chip cookies, right out of the oven, so the chips were soft and stringy, just the way he liked them.

“You’re almost living here,” said Clarise sweetly.

“Can I?” asked Bobby.

“Can you what?”

“Live here,” he answered in a rush, his eyes wide, chocolate smeared across his upper lip.  “Please.”

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pausing,

palms pocketed

privately pondering

perplexing problems

petrifying past programming

prostrates

Melanie Thomason

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to hit…

I’m reblogging this powerful post from Gigi. It is the absolute truth, please read it.

Rethinking Life

to
slap
to
punch
to
beat
to
rape
to
frighten
to
bully
to
force
to
hold
prisoner
to
torture
to
take
away
the
will
of
another
to
hold
hostage
to
threaten
verbally
or
physically
or
with
a
weapon
to
degrade
to
humiliate
to
shame
to
blame
to
take
away
a
child’s
innocence
to
violate
to
silence
another’s
voice
to
KILL

ALL
OF
THESE
THINGS
ARE
CHOICES

VIOLENCE IS ALWAYS A CHOICE…VIOLENCE IS ALWAYS A CHOICE

in
order
to
stop
violence
against
women
and
children

abusers
simply
have
to
STOP
making
those
choices

VIOLENCE IS A CHOICE…ALWAYS

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Micropoetry

The fabulous Bianca was kind enough to add artwork to some of my micropoetry.  I hope you enjoy her creations and my words.

 

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Voice

***I am dedicating this post to a dear friend of mine who I will refer to as S. K. (you know who you are).  You sent me an email and your closing line “With power and might to your pen and all your creations” was a much needed boost.  Love you 🙂

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I

was born

into a family

where cruelty was norm

I wouldn’t have picked them

but I didn’t have a choice

I never did fit in at all

and I am glad that I did not

I suffered at their hands abuse of every form

 True evil lived in their eyes and in their hearts

I had to get away from them to find my voice

I fight now for the voiceless with my keyboard and my pen

~Melanie Blackwell

**Don’t remember the name of this form but it is ascending by one word each line…one to twelve.

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I Take Flight (Etheree)

This Double Etheree* Poem is another collaboration between Bianca and I.

Lines 1-5, & 11- 15 Melanie Blackwell

Lines 6-10, & 16-20 B.G. Bowers

chisel

away past

to unearth Me

beauty forged in pain

mottled marble fractures

birth fruitful blossoms of hope

immutable memories ache

easing with each sunset and sunrise

gnarled roots transform into pillars of strength

resilient spirit rises, a phoenix

untethered by blood or history

free from unjust shackles of shame 

I create myself anew

upon this foundation

Healing wings of love

Bold pursuit of

Youthful dreams

I take

Flight

phoenix

 

© 2013 B.G. Bowers and Melanie Blackwell

*The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Get creative and write an Etheree with more than one verse, but follow suit with an inverted syllable count.

Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

…Triple Etheree, Quadruple Etheree, and so on!

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Acrophobia

as a young child

i had no fear of heights

i liked to climb

in the woods behind our house

i’d look for perfect “climbing”trees

ones with knots and branches

for hand holds and sure footing

a tree made a great hiding spot during hide and seek

because noone was looking up

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the house we lived in for a while

before the bank foreclosed

was a “Jim Walter’s Home

one of those houses you get for a bargain

because its not complete…you are supposed to finish it yourselves

it was one of those things my dad just never got around to actually doing

so we had sheet-rock walls and bare rafters the entire time we lived there

i discovered early on

if you climbed into the top of my bedroom closet

you could easily get up on the rafters

i would carefully, quietly walk beam to beam

it felt safe and peaceful

up there above everyone

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there was this one piece of plywood

that the original construction crew had left behind

it was big enough for me to sit and play

sometimes when i was in trouble

(i was in trouble a lot)

i would go up there to hide

i was sure no one else could find me

much less get up there

so one time when i was in major trouble

after my tongue lashing

when my dad went to get something

to do the non verbal part of my punishement

i ran to my closet and up i went

i curled up on the plywood and cried myself to sleep

i was startled awake by being picked up by one ankle and dangled upside down

above the straight drop to the floor ten feet below

my dad was yelling as intensely as i was crying

he kept swinging me and threatened to drop me if i didn’t stop crying

i knew enough not to take his threats as empty promises

it took biting through my lip but i stopped crying

the metallic taste of blood calmed me somehow

i escaped with a beating instead of a fall

but the fear remained

~Melanie Blackwell

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