Something About Self- and Indie- Publishing

Since I’m about to confer on myself the dubious honor of being a self-published author, I thought I’d try to find others like myself and read a few of their things. In so doing I’ve reached a few conclusions. First, that the most common sort of author to self-publish is the author of talent who is…

Quid Est Veritas?

Is truth a knife-edge one must walk, carefully avoiding the monstrous wastes of error yawning on either side? Or is truth like a tiny pure flower growing impossibly in a swamp of half-truths and lies? Or perhaps, is truth like two cymbals from the farthest reaches of cognizance, brought crashing together with a tumultuous noise, casting…

Is Poetry Common or Individual?

We had some discussion on this blog last year in which someone said he’d always regarded poetry, once produced, as Universal and not belonging to the poet anymore. I was rather aghast at this idea, coming from a background in which individualism was prized, but I have contemplated since then this question. Which is not…

Prophets Old and Mountains Cold

“… such an expression as ‘prophets old’ may, and probably will, ‘mean’ something quite different from ‘old prophets’. -Owen Barfield, Poetic Diction In contemporary English we almost never place an adjective after the noun it modifies. Why and how did Tolkien get away with doing so in his poetry? And does this make him a…

First Snow

I’ve caught the Louisville winter disorder. Last year I looked around at everyone pretending that winter doesn’t come here and I thought they were nuts. But this year, this morning, the snow covering the ground took me by surprise. All those warm, sunny November days less than a week behind us, and here I am…

The Last Farthing

The title of this post refers to Jesus’ parable. It sounds so harsh to us now. The lord didn’t get what he expected out of his servants, and so he sends them away to a place of darkness. Now fundamentalists (from every church and sect) would have us believe that once you arrive in whatever…

Cover Release: Her Ratty Hair, Her Wayward Brain

I’m pretty excited about this cover and the release. Stay tuned for details. Her Ratty Hair, Her Wayward Brain is a collection of short stories in which extraordinary elements and people collide. Here is the final list of the 12 stories to be included in the book, along with a short description of each. *** It Happened in…

On Wisconsin

After driving through the night, we arrived early the morning of the funeral and despite our attempt to creep quietly up the stairs we roused the household. Hilarity and jollity shook the air; it’s our Krafcheck way. Late in the morning, however, the house looked like this. (Above.) At the funeral, the place overflowed with family…

To The Lord Jesus

  Light from over a hill warmth from a hidden stove song from a faraway singer O singer, when will you show yourself? O warmth, when will I rest in your circle? O Light, when will I crest the hill and see you flooding the low places and rush down to meet you? *** I…

Announcement

Thanks to my readers and my few faithful commenters for the good times we’ve had recently. I’m going to take a break, probably just for a week or two. I have some things I need to do at home that require focus, which is never easy for me. I’m reading a book on poetic meter…

Poetry Challenge 5: Post Thy Poems!

So let’s get this started! I won’t be first to post my poem today as it’s not quite ready. My sister Abbey had her first baby, at home, yesterday. (Welcome Micah Roberts!) So naturally I’m a little distracted. However I’m sure someone else is ready to break the ice this fortnight. If not, we’ll just…

Poetry Challenge 5: Anglo Saxon Style

So for the fun of it, I want to do something a little different this time around. The due date is July 15th 2014 (although the challenge never expires, as usual.) And the challenge is to write a chunk of poetry in the Anglo-Saxon style. Before the Norman conquest, English poetry did not rhyme and…