My, oh my! It’s been a while since I’ve updated my Blog, hasn’t it? I have been so busy I could hardly breathe. I even wrote a quick poem denoting that, entitled, Breathe, which I will post for your ‘breathing’ pleasure, oops I meant reading pleasure. Life in the Saulander Evans blogosphere keeps me on my toes, that is for sure. I’m happy to report that my online editing firm Red-Line Editing Services is up and running, and servicing clients' editorial needs. We have many talented editors, proofreaders, and professional ghostwriters working with us to provide quality editing services for new authors as well as seasoned ones. I’d like to give my deepest, humblest thanks to C.W. Smith for designing and hosting my website. He is truly a genius when it comes to talent in designing websites. If you ever need a website, I’d highly recommend him and you can contact him at cwsmith@cwsmith.net to discuss your online website needs.
I also now have three publishing credits that I can add to my resume. The Lampshade and The Writers Tavern both published some of my work in September. My poem, The Empty Shell, is in Issue Two of The Lampshade. My Flash Fiction pieces, Good Food For Thought, and Twelve Days Out of Every Fourteen are both in the debut issue of The Writers Tavern (updated quarterly). Both ezines have a wide variety of work that they publish and I feel privileged to have my work showcased with all the other talented writers in these ezines as well.
I know this is a short update this time, and I apologize profusely. However, I’m running on some deadlines that require my undivided attention, so I must sign off for now. I’ll try to be better about updating you about events in my blogosphere.
Breathe
Beneath the field of white
Unforgotten melodies resound,
Echoing cries of poverty
Contemporary and ancient
Transparent above the plane
Blowing with gale force – howling…
Eternal life -- oxygen.
Screaming with pain, lungs
Intrinsic with the need
Seek the weakest point they can find
Equalizing the playing field
Creating a fissure inside solid ice
Now traveling with irregular
Angles, triangulating,
Opening a source to relieve the stress.
Explosions erupt like yesteryear
Only the answer lies within the
Urn, tossed into the air,
Returning again, caught, and
Artistically balanced between the
Rollercoaster of emotion; good and bad
Rendering thought as unnecessary.
Simply put just inhale.
Seal the fate of your words.
Entrust them to the toolbox and breathe.
