Uncertainty: Necessary in life and in fiction.

Nothing is certain, till life draws the curtain.
Changes in plans are the norm.
Goals are nice, but a throw of the dice
Can thwart the intentions you form.

Rewrites are a must; do them or bust
As new light on your info is shed.
If you're not retelling, you may be rebelling
Over changes you need make to the thread.

But in writing as in life, trouble is rife.
Roadblocks and hurdles appear.
Learn to adjust; to survive, it's a must.
You'll grow as you work through your fear.

And because you have earned every lesson you've learned
You life and your book are improved.
The wisdom of age has made you a sage
And your reader will likewise be moved.  

By the rimers of JMH.

Another poem slipped out of my mind onto paper. It's about writer's block. Nothing fancy or profound. Just fun rhyming.

Writer's blocks do happen,
at least they do to me.
Yet when they do, I don't know why,
It is a mystery.

I wonder why I cannot make
myself sit down and write.
What is the thing that stops my mind
and holds the block so tight?

And then a day will come along,
just as mysteriously
when I can sit and write and write,
words flowing fast through me.

I don't know what the reasons are.
There is no common thread
I only know I love the days
when stories fill my head

and I am teleported
to a land of make believe
as I pen upon the page
the words that I receive.

Poems, short stories, essays, book reviews

Besides our one novel, by Raymond Storm, we are now open to publish poetry and other short creative pieces right here on our blog. If you wish to have your work published, please email it janet@ravenpublishing.net, and I will post it here as long as it meets our standards. I won't publish pornography or anything that exploits children.

For starters, here is a poem written about the grief of losing a loved one.

Grief
by Janet Muirhead Hill


With stealth, grief prowls
in the shadows of my mind
like a hunter
    lurking
        stalking
            waiting

For just the right moment
to release its arrow
from a tightly strung bow
to pierce my consciousness
mid stride
    I falter
        waiver
            bite my lip and turn away

to hide my tears
and falling face
until I can smile again,
shoving back memory's dart
and spurning it's bold sting
    and proclaim
       
            I am fine

Except in the shadows of my mind.