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The prison door is wide open

your fear is the only warden

~Melanie Thomason

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Shameless

Yes…I’m promoting my book.

No…I don’t mind if you promote it too! 😉

Go ahead and blog about it, tweet it and share it on facebook 🙂

You could even read it and write a review if you’re game 😀

 

My second collection of poetry, Moonpies & Naugahyde: A Childhood Survived,  is available on Amazon. Fabulous watercolor paintings by Georgiann Carlson accompany my poems throughout, creating a book I am extremely proud of!

M&N Announcement

 

3 options available now on Amazon:

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

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

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

3-Ebook for your Kindle, iPad, etc.

→ Just click on this link!!←


OH and you can also get my first book, Spectrum: Watercolored Words

just click here!

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WINTERING

Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂

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Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness

like a shield from fantasy

and the fear of cold.

I know by now

one santa claus

who comes with a strange,

black gift for each of us.

I know love is real

but a fugitive from law.

That freedom’s breath is raw

and the world we think round

is shapeless after all.

~ Melanie Blackwell

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catch

 

scattered thoughts,

words

swirl

skeetering by

at the edges of my mind

causing that “tip of the tongue” feeling

but nothing gels…nothing firms up

poetry refusing to be forced

will not be written or spoken

instead

the lines catch  in my throat

aggravating already swollen vocal cords

I fear a broken voice.

~Melanie Thomason

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Things you may not know about Papa Noel, Santa or St. Nick…

You think you know Santa? Here is a story that might have you rethinking that. Enjoy this dark tale by Gigi 🙂

Rethinking Life

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You think you know me, but you do not.  You make up stories about me and believe they are true, but they are not.  You mold me into what you wish me to be but I tell you, you know me not.  You give me names that suit you, suit your fiction and your beliefs, but do you ever wonder who I truly am?  Do you ask yourself what I am?

Humans are funny creatures, thinking that believing makes it so.  I can assure you that nothing is farther from the truth.  Outside of your slanted and tiny belief system are wonders untold.  Layers of life you are blind to, by choice and by circumstance.  You turn away from the things that do not fit into your story but those things do not disappear, they live on without your consent or acknowledgement.

Names have power, I will…

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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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angry

 

Billy was an angry man

he hated his own life

but instead of making changes

he took it out on his children & his wife

his hands, his belt, a wooden spoon;

anything in reach would do

and after every vicious assault

he made sure they knew it was their fault

~Melanie Thomason

Source: angry

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run

she left the men and the trail behind long ago

yet she continued her frantic pace

across the desolate plain

narrowly avoiding jagged chunks of dead rock

that threatened her footing

she was starving for water

as was the terrain

there was no green to be seen

as she ran she kept her eyes on the high tops of the redwoods

hoping they meant water was nearby

the air she was inhaling in great, greedy gulps

was burning and drying her mouth and nostrils

surely the dark ones were no longer following

but she couldn’t risk stopping

she staggered on even after

the sharp brittle fingers of dead, black bushes

slashed and scarred her face and legs

she slipped and stumbled, floundering for footing

a great dread possessed her as she tumbled

over the snarled edge of the ridge

into,

into what?

all her weary eyes could make out was darkness

and then came the searing pain

then nothing-

~Melanie Thomason

 

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