New Book!

I’m pleased to announce the soft launch of my latest book, “I’Mmoral: Poems for Unrepentant Sinners and Free Thinkers.” For the time being, the eBook is available only on lulu.com, but is being rolled out for distribution through Amazon, Kobo, NOOK, and more. Once I have approved the proofs of the paperback version, I will advise where those can be purchased as well.

cropped-immoral-image.jpegSummary: What would the war cry of a mostly introverted, mentally ill, autistic, genderqueer, physically disabled, feminist, atheist, polyamorous woman sound like? A lot like this. Using a combination of essay and free-form poetry, R.K. confronts the status quo and dissects it, inspecting its parts and discarding the bad bits. In spite of tackling some obviously serious and controversial topics, such as abortion and the anti-vaccination movement, she approaches her subjects with humour and then slaughters them with equal parts derision and kindness.

Price (eBook): $2.99 / Click here to view/buy

Thanks very much for your support!

/rk

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Poems of Further Neglect

Well, I still can’t write.  Because reasons.  Lots of stuff stuck in my head.  But apathy.

Also, the upcoming move is kicking my ass.  Even though I’m not actually doing anything.  I kind of suspect that’s why I’m stuck in anhedonia-land.  It’s like some evil plot that mental illness likes to play: Need to get something done?  Tough!  Time to put on the brakes and completely paralyze and defeat you!  Whee!!!

Or rather: meh.

I feel like if I don’t post anything at all, I’ll completely lose momentum and also NO ONE WILL EVER READ ANYTHING I WRITE AGAIN.  Because melodrama.

So you get more poetry.  My poetry (sorry if you were hoping for something more clever).  These are from my book I Am Not These Things.  Which you can totally buy and I will be pennies richer.

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THE ACTRESS

There are times outside of the proscenium
When you, your tongue loosened by wine, and fire reflected in your eyes,
Become especially beautiful

Your laughter mirthful,
Alternating between throaty guffaws and the giddy giggles of guilty indulgence

You close space
And stop time

Spilling compliments and golden droplets of affection
To coat my palms And tuck into my heart’s back pocket

The waves of your hair, platinum mixed with straw
More often punished from view
Now resist constraint, twisted carelessly in a loose braid
Ready to swing away, unpartnered
Or perhaps only waiting for my fingers to cut in
And begin the dance

~~

BEAUTY

When you holler
Hey baby Hey baby
Looking good baby
Look over here, beautiful
Uh huh
Hey gorgeous

I get angry because
How do you know I’m beautiful
Just by looking at me

When you don’t even know me

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MOTHERS

I distinctly remember being much more mature for my age
When I was your age
And more respectful of my mother

Don’t believe your grandmother, though
Because she wasn’t nearly as understanding as I am
When she was my age
Back then

/rk

Poems of Neglect

Between a migraine that refuses to fully depart (if the pain behind my right eye doesn’t develop into laser vision soon, I’m going to be seriously disappointed) and preoccupation with our upcoming move, I haven’t been able to focus long enough to write.  But I hate going more than a day without posting something, so here are a few original poems (which will be in my next book of poetry):

On polyamory:

I’M NOT JEALOUS, I’M ENVIOUS; THERE’S A DIFFERENCE

Honey, you know I love you
And I’m happy he makes you happy
It’s just that I’m not happy
That I’m not happy
With someone else right now
Too

I want to frubble
And comperse
But instead I curse
That your body gets to be poly
While only my mind does
Boo

On vaccines:

MOTHER OF THE YEAR

Although I am clearly
The worst
Most irresponsible mother
Ever

For injecting my child repeatedly
With autism

It is secondary to my crime
Of robbing him of the opportunity
To experience
Character-building

Via measles
Mumps
Rubella
Polio
Tetanus

Because nothing quite equals the strength of character
Gained through

Blood poisoning
Testicular pain
Brain swelling
Paralysis
And death

On religion:

AN ATHEIST BELIEVES

Meeting genuine
Caring
Altruistic
Open-minded true believers

Only serves to reinforce my belief
That the rest of them

Are doing it wrong

/rk

Birthday Book-apalooza

It’s my birthday!  And it’s Good Friday!  So I’m taking the day off with my dudes to head to Montreal to be tourists.  But I’ve decided to invite you to share in my celebration by gifting you with something you didn’t even know you wanted:  Free books!

From today until I go to bed on Monday night* you can download either of my e-books at the links below.  (After that, you’ll just have to go back to buying them at their regular cheapo prices!)

Cracked cover

Cracked: A Novella

http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/cracked-a-novella/14592045

 
 
 

I Am Not These Things cover

I Am Not These Things  (poetry collection)

http://www.lulu.com/content/e-book/i-am-not-these-things/14592250

 
 
 

*That’s April 18th, 2014 through April 21st – time TBD by when I feel like it.  10pm-ish or so.  She who gives the freebies makes the rules.