A Mad Woman’s Voice – Blog Tour Info


I’ve never done one of these before, but since this is my second collection of poetry I figured I’d give it a shot.

A Mad Woman’s Voice is coming out on August 10th 2017. I am hoping to have the blog tour go from the 10th to the 17th, if I get enough people who want to feature my book. If you’d like to sign up for the blog tour simply follow this link. 

I will be sending out emails to everyone who signs up around the 30th of this month, the email will contain the cover, links and more info about A Mad Woman’s Voice.

Thank you all!


Ariel and Other Poems – By Sylvia Plath


Goodreads Synopsis: Upon the publication of her posthumous volume of poetry, Ariel, in the mid-1960s, Sylvia Plath became a household name. Readers may be surprised to learn that the draft of Ariel left behind by Sylvia Plath when she died in 1963 is different from the volume of poetry eventually published to worldwide acclaim.

This facsimile edition restores, for the first time, the selection and arrangement of the poems as Sylvia Plath left them at the point of her death. In addition to the facsimile pages of Sylvia Plath’s manuscript, this edition also includes in facsimile the complete working drafts of the title poem, “Ariel,” in order to offer a sense of Plath’s creative process, as well as notes the author made for the BBC about some of the manuscript’s poems.

In her insightful foreword to this volume, Frieda Hughes, Sylvia Plath’s daughter, explains the reasons for the differences between the previously published edition of Ariel as edited by her father, Ted Hughes, and her mother’s original version published here. With this publication, Sylvia Plath’s legacy and vision will be re-evaluated in the light of her original working draft.

Find on Goodreads and Amazon.

“Out of ash/I rise with my red hair/And I eat men like air.”

I loved this collection of poems from Plath.  This is one of those books I read, put down and then longed to have a copy for my library.  I get most of my books from the local library, which is fantastic, but sometimes you just have to own a book!

Ariel is the sort of collection that I wish I could put together someday. Magical, lyrical, speaking truth into my life and hopefully into others as well.  Ariel is everything you could ever want from a poetry book. Plath’s writing will never not be relevant.

I also loved the forward to the book, which was written by Plath’s daughter, Frieda Hughes.  It’s very insightful into the life of Sylvia Plath, her husband Ted and the children she left behind.

Ariel was an instant five star read for me and I highly recommend it.

sylvia plath, submissions & camp updates

Note: This is an update from my Patreon, it’s a few days old but I liked it so I thought I’d republish it here. 

Last night I finished reading the Journals of Sylvia Plath. It was a long read and at times hard, but it was also very interesting because I found myself relating to her so much. It was like looking into a mirror. Like Plath I’m also married to a writer, like her I have depression and anxiety, I write poetry and want to be known as a writer. I loved reading her honesty, it was somehow comforting to know that even a well known writer like Plath could get writer’s block and fall into depression after rejections came in. I loved her life and vitality, I loved her love of people. It was such a great experience to read her journals, I recommend it to you all.

Because I was reading about Sylvia Plath I was inspired to write a few poems this week, and I even sent two into a magazine. Fingers crossed! I hope that at least one of them gets in. It’s been awhile since I’ve sent poetry out, but I have hope that my writing is getting better.

Camp NaNo is now in it’s 5th day.  This weekend has been crazy. I had no time to write, save a few hundred here and there. It was kind of depressing, but at the same time I was too busy to be bemoan it too much. I am now at 18k, and I have high hopes that I’ll make it to 20 before the week is done.

Newest Project – Maybe Not Her

Now that I have two projects about to be birthed, my mind has been wandering to all that I can do in the future.  Thus came about my third poetry collection.

Maybe Not Her.

This collections is primarily going to be a work of love poetry. It will explore relationships, the feelings of love and loss and betrayal. I’m actually really excited for this collection. I think it will be one of my best yet.  And I’m excited to share more about it after I publish A Mad Woman’s Voice. 

Tiny Moments – By Sarah Little


Synopsis: There are moments that define us; moments that defy us; moments that design us; moments that decry us. We are made up of little moments that devise us and destroy us, and make us decide who we really are

“tiny moments” is a collection of 10 poems which catch short moments in time.

Find on Etsy, Goodreads and on Sarah’s Blog. 

This is a lovely little chapbook. I read in about an hour this morning.   What first caught my attention were the titles of the poems. Each one was vivid and drew me into the story of the poem.  From photo-shoot girlfriend to on the subject of warpaint they each painted a clear picture.

The poems themselves were also beautiful.  Here’s a line I really liked:

(she becomes a/ facsimile of a girl,/ a secret monster/ without a face)

Sarah is truly a gifted poet, and I’m looking forward to seeing what she does in the future.

I gave this chapbook 4 stars on Goodreads.   Again be sure to check out Sarah’s blog, as she frequently shares poetry and other writing on it.

Song For A Funeral – By Abigail Pearson

Song For A Funeral


I know the song that I’ll play at your funeral

I heard it on my walk home today

It had the sounds of a simple guitar

The sort of thing I could play if I tried

But the words summed up everything I felt about you

The humdrum, the everyday, the sight of your hair askew in the morning

The nights of making love, the words we wrote together, the hands we held. 


We’ve been together for two years

And yesterday we went to my grandmother’s funeral

I wonder

Did you think of my death when we first fell in love?

I know I thought of your face

And what it would look like in forty years

Maybe it’s not romantic to say



It’s hard to think of you growing old

Of your eyesight going – maybe I’ll make fun of you for that like I make fun of you now

Of your hands becoming soft and wrinkled – and I’ll play with the veins

Like I did to my parent’s older friends when I was a kid

Will you still touch me with those hands?

It’s hard to think of living on after you

Promise me

That you’ll let me go first.