Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Updates & a Poem for National Poetry Month

Now, a poem for National Poetry Month--"Fire Is the Oldest Wild Thing"


But watch the candles burn,

tamed and housebroken,
blossom-yellow flames shading into 

autumn’s orange and the open sky’s 
blue like festive streamers above the birthday cake.

In silence and solitude, however, 

you can see that the bright flickering 
colors surround and enclose a dark core 
at the point of burn, igniting 
the twisted wick’s transformation 
from fiber to fire. 
At the heart of every dancing flame, 
a piece of cold midnight.

Most people never see. 

They pass through accepting 
what flickers on the surface. 
You must observe intently 
to see and know 
the black seed of holocaust
in each gay dance of domesticated flame

Published in Heart’s Migration (Tia Chucha Press, 2009)

And updates on Every Last Secret, as it's about to launch into the world. 

An interview for a weekly public radio show on KCUR-FM. 

A podcast of an interview for an online magazine, Author Magazine.  

Kirkus reviews Every Last Secret. 

Interview with British dark crime writer, Richard Godwin.


  1. This poem resonated with me. I'll think of it whenever I watch a flame.

  2. Thanks so much. I'm glad the poem resonated with you. It's fascinating when you take the time to really look at a flame.

  3. Thank you, Rosalinda. It's amazing what can happen when you really look closely at an ordinary object. I'm so glad you liked it.

  4. Wonderful poem. Love the title, great images, yet very understandable.

  5. Thanks, Angela! It's been a favorite of mine since I finished it. I'm so glad you dropped by to read it.