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Poem: Dark Dreams


Dark Dreams 

Two crows in the morning,
a rabbit’s wrinkled foot at noon.
What will it take before I awake
from this enchantment, and
lay beneath the swirling grey?

To drop down for air and
rest, feeling the kiss
of the earth and warm,
embracing roots. To watch
the fears roll by and calmly whisper,
“that one looks like an elephant.”

From here, I will send up a kite
of hopes and watch the wind
race and scream, but feel nothing
besides a gentle thrumming in the string.

*by Rebekah Shafer

I was wracking my brain for something fun to share with you all while I keep working on release details, and it suddenly dawned on me that I just happen to have an October-ish poem.  Tre bien! (“Oh, Tish, when you speak French it drives me wild!”‘)

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Poem: Peter



I can hear the stories that never
grow old. They sing with the voice
of a mermaid as the night fades
and the stars drift by.

One little star, second to the others
looks down on me and asks why
I am still here, straining
to grasp this shadow of an idea
and glue it to a page made slippery with hope.

I’ll tell you, little one of sparkling dust,
that though your world is shut to me,
I can still send others there.

*by Rebekah Shafer

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Poem: On Cleaning Mushrooms


On Cleaning Mushrooms

You didn’t tell me what time
you would arrive tonight, so here I am,
holding mushrooms under cold water,
and hoping you’ll come soon.
There have been three cars outside
in the last few minutes, but no ring
on the doorbell.
Water slips over the smooth caps,
and swirls down the drain, threatening
to take the evening with it.
Wait a moment while I blot my resolve
with a dry towel, and select the sharpest

*by Rebekah Shafer

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Poem: The Line Begins Over There


The Line Begins Over There

There is never enough time to
write all the stories that rumble,
steam, and puff through the corners
of my imagination.
Some must wait, ticket in hand, huddled
in the bookshop of the train station until
the conductor calls their name.

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To Publishing and Beyond

So, I kinda spent October on the emotional roller-coaster known as “becoming a published author. ” Almost every event built toward hitting that magic release button. And then, when the moment came, it involved a bottle of fizzy grape juice, a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, and a lot of happy-dancing around the kitchen.

Immediately afterward I ran the full gamut of emotions. Sort of an “I rock!” and “I need to write more. . . now.” to “What if the next book doesn’t come out for a long time?” and then “What if I’m no good and nobody reads it and even if they do they don’t like it?” And then we threw in some “What am I even doing with my life?” for good measure. Fortunately the ripples have now subsided. At least the big ones have. Now I wait more or less rationally for reviews to start showing up, and try to control the strong urge to spend every waking moment writing like mad.  Continue reading

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