A Real Rebellion

First the house flooded,
then the river ran dry.
The corn rotted
and the cotton burned.

So we're not selling this year.

Gun to head,
tired to the bone,
even half-dead,
somethings are still
worth keeping whole.
So we're not selling this year.

We'll harness the hurt,
because stubborn
outlives luck.
We'll just eat crow
and learn to grow,
because we're not selling this year.

Heart-broke,
rain-soaked,
grief choked,
somethings are still
full of love.
So we're not selling this year.

Frayed cliches
all clammed up
and put aside,
some times you just have to
swallow your fear.
The bottom line is
we're not selling this year.

Get Teased.

Find out what the Nightshade Lexicon Performance at this week's Houston Fringe Festival will look like by checking out this teaser.

The Nightshade Lexicon Performance combines poetry, techno, photography and dance into a live show on stage at Super Happy Fun Land (3801 Polk St, Houston, TX 77003) on: 

Thursday, September 24th at 6 PM 

and on 

Friday, September 25th at 7:30 PM.

The five poems in the live performance are a small selection from my subliminally-best-selling e-book of poetry, 

The Nightshade Lexicon: A complete book of worthless poetry for the common hominid. (Available for $0.99 on Amazon).

Finished writing my second novel, Catch to Release

Here's a sneak peek at one cover idea and an unedited teaser from the first chapter.

Chapter One – Bang, Bang. Got Me Good.

Addison Weller pushes the steel bar to open the underground garage access door beneath the courthouse and glances over everything before she ushers the Honorable John Errington through the door ahead of her. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She listens and hears only the hum of the industrial heating system, but a prescient tingle taps lightly over her spine. Reaching her left hand inside her jacket, she puts the tips of her fingers on the butt of her FN 5.7 pistol. She places her right hand lightly on the back of the Honorable John Errington.

A solitary businessman watches them over the hood of a black sedan forty feet to their left. Weller notices he is immaculate in a navy suit, white shirt, and paler blue tie. His face is as smooth and regular as milk, until he reaches inside his jacket. One of his brown eyes darkens and squints in an aim, as he pulls out a Sig Sauer P299.

Weller does not hesitate. She draws her heavy FN 5.7 smoothly. Her left forefinger brushes the safety off as her gun slides over the crisp linen of her suit vest with a soft rasp. She tosses her head to clear away a dark brown wisp of hair in her site-line as she levels the gun. Adjusting her own aim to the poor lighting and the lack of breeze underground, she strains to hear over the adrenaline roaring in her ears. She takes one long sure step forward, bringing her own body between John Errington and the Sig Sauer’s speeding bullet before she fires her own weapon. 

This poem brought to you by technical difficulties, free of charge.

HD

Our break up, our crack up, our disaster,

Brought to the public live in High Definition.

Stark relief in a fielded ground

All about how we came unwound.

Technicolor ignominy from prologue to epilogue

Multi-simul-cast globally in High Definition.

Our end, our demise, our tragedy,

Rendered faithlessly in High Definition.

Flack included in surround sound

All about how we came unwound.

Sometimes definition does nothing for visibility,

like a mirror that can’t see right, High Definition

Miss-judgmental

and self-propagating

our bad dispositions,

our downfall

only.

Let’s let this sleeping log lie,

You and me,

Let’s go out of HD.

I'll buy you a drink,

and we'll not

see ourselves sink.

Here the technopoetry version for free on SoundCloud too:
https://soundcloud.com/lacey-schmidt/high-definitionmp3

Affinity publishes Rori's independent review of my book, A Walk Away

See the review and get 3 chapters free...just in time for an Autumn escape.
http://affinityebooks.com/index.php?main_page=page&id=627&chapter=2015

http://affinityebooks.com/index.php?main_page=page&id=627&chapter=2015