Wednesday, May 8, 2013

B.L. Ronan Cover Reveal



 Hello readers,

Today we have a special blog post. Today I am here to release the cover for my dear friend B.L. Ronan or more simply "B." B has been a good friend to me, and supported me through my writing process and helped me gain my voice. Her words are captivating. Her erotic prose will leave you in desperate need of a cold shower and her love poems will have your heart swelling, and any dark poem will leave you in tears.  This particular sample is from my favorite poem Bel Homme
a fire burns in the corner,
with a bear rug before it.
it all seems fairly romantic
but unfulfilling
until he turns
at the sound of metal clinking.


decorating the other half of the room,
are devices of pain
and what some would consider torture.


his already straining erection,
grows to painful lengths.
his breath grows short
and his legs tremble
when She orders him closer.


Without further delay a word from B:


ladies and gentlemen:


i can hardly believe the day has finally arrived for me to share this milestone - my baby - with you. This beautiful cover was conceived by the exceptionally talented @justarandomscot and i have been so excited to share his creation with you.


so without further ado.........my cover!!!!!





isn’t she beautiful?! it is the epitome of my writing process. curled up in my bed (we need ambiance for such steamy scenes -- hehe) with my notebook and pen, laptop at the ready, and coffee cup not far out of reach. This very space is where saudade was conceived.


it is hard to believe i wasn’t even composing eight months ago and after weeks of inspiration, tears, bloodshed, and elation i am about to present to you shards of my very soul. well...it is pretty inconceivable.


i had with great hesitation decided in February to push myself to this challenge of creating a compilation with nearly 50 new piece of work. i didn’t want it to be a mishmash of randomness nor did i want it to be a book of only one aspect of prose.


i remembered finding a picture of a tattoo on pinterest with the word saudade printed across the forearm. when i looked down at the explanation i felt an immediate connection and it stuck with me.


saudade does not have an English equivalent and there are many interpretations for its meaning. however, the most poignant and beautiful one was shared by my Portuguese speaking beauty, a.


            feeling of incompleteness…due to the absence of someone or something…or the absence of a set of particular and desirable experiences and pleasures once lived.
                                               
                                                                                                ~Scott Edward Anderson

writing saved me, healed me, brought me strength through love, friendship, and once again gave me purpose. this collection is an amalgamation of all these complex facets that were elated, heart wrenching, hopeful, hopeless, and my salvation.


i am so excited for you to walk this journey with me and connect with my words. but until they are available to hold, touch, and consume.....


on Tuesday, May 14, 2013


…...you can have a sneak peek of what lies in wait behind this gorgeous cover here and at the links below.


hope you enjoy.  

xxx b

……excerpt from steps.

how i yearn
to disappear
and escape
the anguish
pain
of living
breathing
caring.

i stand
confused
conflicted
torn.

one reluctant
trepidatious step.
one foot
placed slowly
in front of the other
as i make my way
back.

i send a forlorn glance
over my shoulder
desperate
aching
wishing
for the oblivion
the shadows provide.

© 2013 b.l. ronan

For other sneak peak poems head here:




If you are new to B, I strongly recommend that you pick up her book on the 14th of May. If you can't wait to read more of her words visit The Sacred Road

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Cold



                                                                              


I find myself
Find myself standing in this room
This room where I go
I Go to the drawer
The drawer with my friend
My friend, shinny sharp and cold
And cold like this world
This world which shuns me
Shuns me for who I am
I am me and nothing more
Nothing more I will be soon
Soon it will be all over
Over and over their hateful words echo
Echo through my mind
My mind no longer tolerating this life
This life that has been empty
Empty my soul is now
Now to take my friend
My friend sliding smoothly across my skin
My skin parting to show the blood
The blood pouring out
Pouring out leaving me feeling cold

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Isolated

Alone 2
Distanced...
not intentionally
... a part of life...
yes
~
Almost to tears now
in a sea of people
can I find you...
no
Alone 1
Hidden away by this distance
slaves of life we sit and lay
in empty beds; apart
at night
~
Tears form in our lonely eyes
even now as I write this to you
wishing i could feel you
skin on skin
Alone 4
Face to face, we lay
our arms around the other
caressing each other gently
I wish
~
Crying now I lay here
these chains binding me
keeping me
from you
Alone 3
I lay awake thinking of you
how I would love to have you
in my arms, watching you
sleeping on my chest
~
Alas, I cannot, hold you
touch you, or caress you
All I can do, is wish and wait, feeling
Isolated