My Writing Process - Blog Tour
I am extremely grateful to the lovely, and talented Lyn Vroman who invited me to participate in the "Writing Process Blog Tour". She is a talented writer, letting her wit and sarcasm hang loose, and a page-turning, laugh-out-loud to yourself read. Her YA fantasy debut, TAINTED ENERGY (Energy Series, #1), is set for release winter 2014, by Untold Press. I personally can't wait to get my copy. To find out more about her visit www.lynnvroman.com, or check out her blog, Facebook, or twitter.
What am I working on?
For some time now I have been working on a children's book called " Moshia Bee". The book is about an 8 year old honey bee who suffers some tragedy before destiny appoints her the queen bee. I can't say much about it since it's still under construction, and not much is concrete. I expect to be finished with it by July. I constantly write poems about my experiences, and as a result have written two different poetry books, my first "Reflections: Enter The mind of a Broken Butterfly" and my second "Transmute: Use Your Pain", both can be found on Amazon. I have several projects I am working on including a nonfiction book called "Make Me Forget". It's about a little girl who endures incredible duress while separated from both her parents, she's later reconciled with her mother but the damages were extensive and the relationship strained. She soon makes some very adult decisions that lead her on a roller coaster ride. I will have my hands full fleshing out these stories for the coming
months.
How does my work differ from others in my genre?
Well my poetry is not quite like others, though I find myself sometimes in a Langston Hughes poem or essay, and sometimes sprinkled sparsely in others poetry. Mostly, I am candid to a fault in my expressions, sometimes Gothic, sometimes hopeful. I can't say for sure what separates me besides the fact that I am separate and I am different, a trip through my blog might clarify this.
Why do I write what I do?
I write what I do because I am compelled to. It's that simple. They woo me until I give them life. I sometimes get busy and neglect them, but they keep calling me back until I get back on track. I write my poems to release them. I write children's stories because I love them, I am addicted to them. I prefer them to adult stories. I write nonfiction because some stories need to be told as much as we need to hear them.
How does your writing process work?
I honestly don't have a set writing process. For each type of writing there is a different process. Poetry almost always writes itself, unless the topic was assigned. If I am free to choose the topic there is passion which gives rise to flow. If I am writing fiction I start by flushing out my character, then my settings, and so on. If I am writing nonfiction I simply sit down and start, whatever I remember later I will just edit in. Well That's my writing process, and I hope I was an interesting read.
I am an Author, mom and a metaphysician. My 2 books, Reflection: Enter the mind of a Broken Butterfly and Transmute are available on Amazon, Create Space, Scribd, Bookbaby and also on my website moshiapen.com...
Monday, June 2, 2014
Saturday, May 3, 2014
FLY AWAY PHILLIS
Beauty by description is a condition of the heart
But we adorn ourselves with trinkets and accessories
We surround ourselves with finery
And call this true beauty
Beauty is my grandchild
Reminding me of little me, when I had little parts
Prancing around in my shoes and pocketbook
Totally unaware of how of beautiful she looks
Beauty is the innocence of a child
A heart that cares for others even when they are unaware
Beauty is the eye of the creator
Who nurtured us right into nature
Where beautiful flowers are in bloom
Where beautiful colors and fragrance abound
And all that is life deftly pronounced
Beauty is living a long fulfilled life
Ushering in the the new generation
And the chance to watch them grow
Those who left us at a tender age
Never enjoying the fruits they gave
Have definitely missed out on a great experience
But not Phillis
Who lived her life in full
Smelling the flowers and feeling the breeze
as much as she could
She grabbed life by the horns
And gave it the third degree
Now she's returned to her home in the heavenlies
Where she sits on a cloud watching over her family
Swinging with Sinatra and company
Reminiscent of how lovely life went
Missing you all
But knowing you will all see each other again
If she could speak to you now, this is what she'd say:
Shalom
Think of me fondly
And smile when you do
Enjoying each moment granted to you
Until you are granted your wings to fly too...
By Moshia' Pen
DEPRESSION
The darkness is seeking to devour me
Towering over me
Breaking me to pieces
I Cower in corners
Crying out helplessly
Breaking all my treasures
They were once dear to me
Smashing everything in site
In hopes of expending the darkness
Instead it thickens like a great fog
Swallowing everything in its wake
Leaving no clarity
Just anger, fear and hate...
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Sleep Sweet Ruby
As a child
I thought her mean
Barking orders
Do this
Do that
Clean this
Wash this pot
I thought her mean
Barking orders
Do this
Do that
Clean this
Wash this pot
Now I miss her so much
My sweet miserable granny
Who made the best ackee
and poke fry
No joke
Lick di plate dry
My sweet miserable granny
Who made the best ackee
and poke fry
No joke
Lick di plate dry
Who taught me all my values
With a belt cross mi backside
Who taught me; "put on di pot
Food soon come
God soon send a man
bring sum from grung"
With a belt cross mi backside
Who taught me; "put on di pot
Food soon come
God soon send a man
bring sum from grung"
Who taught me;
"Di man work hard
Mek sure
share im di biggest plate
By time im reach di yaad
"Di man work hard
Mek sure
share im di biggest plate
By time im reach di yaad
Keep the place clean
And shine di floor
And everything you have
Yuh fi give tanks for
Before you don't get anymore"
And shine di floor
And everything you have
Yuh fi give tanks for
Before you don't get anymore"
She teach mi to wash clothes
Pan di wash board
Mek sure yuh go to service
And serve the Lord
Mek sure yuh go to service
And serve the Lord
I wish she was still here
Screaming "gineration of viper
Go wash up di plate before mi pick piece of cedar
And corn yuh bahine"
Man those were good times
Screaming "gineration of viper
Go wash up di plate before mi pick piece of cedar
And corn yuh bahine"
Man those were good times
Sleep sweet Mrs Ruby
I wish you could see me
I think you would be proud
But I know in my heart
You are looking down
With pride.
I wish you could see me
I think you would be proud
But I know in my heart
You are looking down
With pride.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
AFRICA CALLS
Identity Poem: Who am I?
I am a Caribbean flower, born and bred in Jamaica,
Mixed to perfection by my many ancestors.
I am African, Jewish, and Indian,
With honey-gold complexion,
And tell-tale eyes.
A lover of many different tongues;
English is my native one.
Passionate to a fault with the words I draw.
I am a yard girl with roots too deep to trace,
I straddle the fence.
You can call me other.
I am not like my father,
Even less like my mother.
I am Jamaican by roots;
Land of the humming bird,
Where Dunns’ River falls;
Where we are awaken by the rooster
At the crack of dawn,
Eat ackee and salt fish,
And go white river rafting.
Yet in all this:
I feel estranged to her.
I have been here so long;
I am an American girl.
Gripes and Dreams
GRIPES AND DREAMS
I am still mad at him. I think this is just another issue I/we have within our relationship that will get swept under the rug. He'll forget, I'll hold a grudge, onward we trudge through the slime and the sludge until love expires.
Speaking of love
She's a prostitute
Whored out
Always dripping from our mouths
Without meaning
How are we to incorporate this word with true feeling
When it's used so loosely?
I digress:
This love thing is an excuse
That people use to attach themselves to others
Like freshwater leeches
Bite into their flesh
Suck out their juices
Then leave them to bleed out
Unless, unless it's true love
Which I wouldn't even recognize
In thirty nine years
True love has never seen my eyes
Like knock off Gucci and Luis Vattons
Are all you find in the hood
Not even the good ones
I don't sport them though
I'll hold out for the real
Don't like to settle
I want to know how it feels
Bathe in it
Swim daily in it's splendor
Making sweet memories
I'll always hold tender
Then again
They say I am a dreamer
Doomed to live my life wishing
Lost
On a fairy tale mission
Seeking prince charming
And happily ever afters
When I am sentenced only to live
The life of the fairy tale crafter
A dreamer...
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