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No Love Poems by Jeremiah Walton

The bruises along her legs are not memories
but empty spaces.

There is no fossilized evidence

love ever existed.

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Posted by on December 30, 2013 in Guest Poems


Warm Storm by Jeremiah Walton

I pour a cold glass of lemonade
& raid my friends fridge for a nectarine
this is comfort
this is post high school summer.

Step outside to backyard.

Stoned kids discuss poverty and Man’s future
ignorantly, but putting forth the effort.

There’s something dying in the woods.
We can hear it. Coyotes ripping up some corpse
or birds slaughtering each other
The sound of school doors opening
mass production of shotgun shell wanna-bes
feeding into an economy
nestling broken images of Self
concepts of freedom are errands
labeled madness, the box’s we wear have different patterned eye holes.

The apricot is warm
like the storm
quietly approaching.

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Posted by on December 29, 2013 in Guest Poems


86 Jennifer Melzer

Inspiration: At the End of All Things

I always knew what I wanted to be. From the time I was old enough to spit out words, I was telling stories.

But for three years, I couldn’t find my own voice. It was buried under an endless heap of despair, brought on by problems that weren’t even my own. My mother was dying, and though I didn’t want to believe it, I think I knew right up until the moment she took her last breath while sleeping that Death was lurking around the corner, waiting for the right moment to hold out his arms and welcome her home.


Don’t I know it?

It’s only been ten months since she died, and those ten months have been harder than the endless months leading up to it; but there has been so much inspiration during these last ten months, it’s been almost impossible to turn it off at times. Sometimes I don’t even know where to put it so it doesn’t get lost.

Seven years ago, when my mother was still relatively healthy, I wrote 3/4s of a novel during NaNoWriMo about a young woman whose mother died unexpectedly. The event brought her back to her small hometown, and helped her come to terms with some preconceived notions she’d cooked up about the town, the people who lived there and life itself.

I don’t know why I never finished it seven years ago. I have my hunches, of course. I had a lot going on at the time, including finals before graduation from university, and by mid-December the nearly completed novel got shoved onto the back burner and I more or less forgot about it until a few months ago.

I found it on my portable hard drive after my husband and I came back from vacation, started reading through it, and I realized with an emotional gasp that I could actually relate to the main character in ways I hadn’t been able to before. Sure, people in my family had died, and over the years I’ve even lost a few friends, but I hadn’t lost my mother.

And despite our vast collection of issues over the years (and we had so many of them I could probably write about a hundred books about troubled mother/daughter relationships), my mother was a huge part of my world. I don’t think I fully understood how painful it would be for a young woman to lose her mother until my own mother was gone.

Suddenly, that novel needed to be finished, and so it was. I wrote feverishly for almost two weeks, bringing the story to a close with a sigh of relief. Maybe it was strange, but I felt upon completion that I could let go of my sorrow and set my mother free.

Sometimes it feels like I wrote the bulk of that story to prepare me for the things I couldn’t see coming because as I read back through it, it comforted me. My own words helped me come to terms with the way I’d been feeling, and for the first time since my mother’s death, I realized that I have to write.

Not just for her, but for myself, because watching her slip away those last three years made me understand something I still have trouble accepting sometimes.

Inspiration begs to be discovered in every moment we endure, most especially at the end of all things.

Writing is life and my own words will carry me from this life into the next. Those words will linger long after I’m gone; and those I’ve loved will never be forgotten.

Jenny Melzer Heart and Home

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Posted by on October 25, 2013 in Creativity Guest Posts


Rewarding good deeds with free books

So earlier today, Vince Wilson re-tweeted this from Kris Lindbeck into my twitter stream:

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So follow Kris and do this if you would like to take her up on her generous offer. And, as is tradition in art, when you see a quality idea, take it and make it unique to you. or, as the saying goes, “Good writers borrow. Great writers steal.”. You may also send your information about how you give of your time (or proof of your donation that is at least $5) to me at dyed bright here (all run together) (at) gmail (dot) com and I will also l send you an ebook version of my upcoming book, Deep Breaths & Chocolate.

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Posted by on October 6, 2013 in My Essays, My Writing


Dead Ends

Dead Ends

I’m more than a little biased about this title and for three very good reasons:

1.  This title comes up if you do a search under my name because I got to edit this twisted bit of insanity! And, I’m definitely partial to things I’ve worked on.

2.  The proceeds from the sales of this anthology benefit the Office of Letters and Light, the charity that sponsors NaNoWriMo and NaNoWriMo Young Writers.



This anthology is made up of seven macabre tales and absolutely zero happy endings. These stories are twisted, dark, creepy, and even a bit sinister. In other words, they have ALL the good stuff. Editing these stories was a really fun time. I hadn’t had a chance lately to read anything that was just WRONG, and these gave me a great fix.

Stories include:
“In The Deep Dark” by Justin R. Macumber
“Morning Dew” by Edward Lorn
“Power in the Blood” by Scott Roche
“Getting Even” by Philip Carroll
“Breakers” by Paul E. Cooley
“Breakup” by J.R. Murdock
“Blister” by Jake Bible

Cover by Scott E. Pond.

If you click on the gorgeous cover above (done by the uber talented Scott Pond) you can get your paws on a copy today. Proceeds benefit a great cause, and if you like the kind of stories that have a bit of an “ICK” factor, this is for you.

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Posted by on September 3, 2013 in Book and Podcast Reviews


Deep Breaths & Chocolate Cover Reveal

This cover was done by Scott E. Pond.  The underlying artwork is from a watercolor that I painted (so it’s extra special to me). Scott turned that painting into a tapestry, then created the perfect cover for my first volume of poems.  The release date is November 1, 2013 (in ebook, audiobook, and paperback versions). You can sample the ebook version now at Smashwords. It will be out in time for the holiday season (it will make a GREAT gift!).

Deep Breaths & Chocolate by Sue Baiman

Deep Breaths & Chocolate by Sue Baiman


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Posted by on August 17, 2013 in My Writing


85 John Anealio

***I received the following in an email and it is posted on John’s blog. It is posted here as well with permission from the writer. Please visit his site to enjoy more of his words and his wonderful songs. ~Sue***

I Quit

I’ve been plugging away at this particular phase of my artistic life for about 7 years now. I’ve spent the majority of this time trying to write good songs and to get people to listen to them.

Songs like George R.R. Martin Is Not Your Bitch, The Millennium Falcon For Christmas, Summer Glau & Steampunk Girl found niche audiences and helped me to obtain whatever notoriety that I have. It’s been great. Those songs are the reason that I’m able to communicate with you right now, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

But there’s a dark side…

For every song that got a lot of attention, for every write-up on or io9, for every opportunity to open for Paul & Storm and Molly Lewis, it left me wanting more. It left me feeling like I deserved more. That’s a dark place to be.

So, after months of consideration, I’ve come to a conclusion:

I’m quitting.

Let me clarify. I’m not going to stop composing and performing music. I’m quitting the race. I’m getting off the nerd music ladder. I just don’t want to be in that head space anymore.

I’ve come to the realization that in regards to my artistic life, there are only two things that matter to me:

1. Enjoying the act of making new music

2. Talking to you about the creative process

That’s it. I’ve gotten so much out of all of the little conversations that we’ve had via e-mail/Twitter/Facebook. I want to focus on that as much as my music. I’m almost more proud of the fact that I’ve helped to facilitate conversations about creativity in this community, then I am about my music.

With that being said…

Where are you at in your own creative life?

Please share your thoughts in the comments below.

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Posted by on July 21, 2013 in Creativity Guest Posts