Pray for Rain

I'm putting together a group of poems for a new book and ran across this one.  It was printed in Upcountry eMagazine a couple years ago.  Thought I'd share: Pray for Rain Bone white breasts,your milk has dried.Where will your children feed?The corn has curledlike pineapple sticks;     There will be no     bread for supper. Our …

Writing a Novel is like Driving at Night

Well, now that the agent edits are done on another work, I'm back at work on the second Sentient.  I was calling it The Ancients, but the further I got into it, the less it fit.  Now it's tentatively titled, Sentient: Insurrection.  We'll see if it grows into this title. I'm finally getting a sense …