DISAPPEARING POEMS
Every couple days check back for a new poem! I'll be sharing random pieces I'm working on.
Your Name
Your name is a command
my body was never taught
but still
when executed
my circuits light up
and the sequence starts
Your name is a command
it sends signals coursing through me
a network of nerves notifying
the stomach to flip and drop
lungs to pause, lips to part
heart to high speed
Your name is a malfunctioning command
running unbidden through my hard and software
though the order remained unsaid
Your name is a pop up, commanding attention
while I attempt to scroll through other tasks
a backlog of programs to sort and sift
but
Your name is a demand
my body has reformatted to
a passcode to the growing file
of stored desire and cached longing
Your name is a command
I am all too eager to obey
LATEST BLOG POST
Rejection Reflections: Finding Humor and Resilience in the Face of 'No'
Rejection—it’s a word that every writer knows all too well. But understanding its inevitability doesn't always soften the blow. When I first started submitting my poetry and stories, the idea alone was enough to set my heart racing. What if they don’t like it? What if they do? The possibilities were as daunting as they were thrilling.
My journey into the world of literary submissions started with a mix of naive excitement and trepidation. A couple early successes gave me a false sense of safety. The first rejection was easy to brush off—a simple "not for us" that stung for a moment, then faded into determination. "Can't win 'em all," I reassured myself with a shrug and a smile. But as the rejections piled up, second, third, fourth... they began to sting a little more each time. By the sixth and seventh, it felt like each "no" was a tiny, insistent pinch reminding me of my audacity to dream.
Then came the latest rejection, and oh, was it a masterpiece in its own right. This one managed to:
1. Spell my name wrong,
2. Critique my vocabulary for not being 'accessible'
enough, and
3. Inform me that the goal of poetry is to not sound
"poem-y."
All I could do was laugh. The absurdity of it—the mismatch between the feedback and what I hold true about poetry—struck a chord. It reminded me that poetry, like all art, is deeply subjective.
The Patriot Guard
Cale Pearson, better known by the cringe-worthy moniker, “Patriot Prime,” is a government-sanctioned super hero created to instill hope and patriotism in the citizens of New Edison…or at least that’s what everyone, Cale included, has been told by the Tribunal, the group heading the new super hero program, the Patriot Guard.Being the protector of an entire city can wear a guy down over time, though, which is why it was decided that Patriot Prime needed a sidekick.This is where Parker Linwood came in. After months of training and competing in the world’s first super hero reality television show, Parker earned the title “Stolid Sentry” and has now joined Cale on the Patriot Guard. She couldn’t be more thrilled at the opportunity to serve her community, or the chance to repair her fragile relationship with her seemingly unavailable father, General Sampson Linwood…who just happens to be a member of the Tribunal.Unfortunately, super hero life isn’t panning out quite like Parker thought it would. What seems like a normal bank robbery triggers a chain of events that sends both Parker’s and Cale’s lives spinning out of control. Soon, they find themselves caught up in a game of cat and mouse with a group of Variants, genetically mutated super- humans, led by none other than Konstantine Tesla, the great-great-grandson of Nikola Tesla. The encounters that ensue unearth a web of conspiracy, corruption, and deceit that make Cale and Parker realize just how badly their fractured city needs them.The Patriot Guard is, at heart, a story of friendship, self-discovery, conspiracy, and really awful puns.
About
Hello there, my name is Ameythist and I am a writer. I'm also a ton of other things, like a mother, a wife, an avid reader, a wanderlust-driven traveler, and an unapologetic fangirl. When I'm not lost in the world of words, you'll find me immersed in crafting homemade stained glass pieces, or planning vacations I don't have time to take.
I graduated from Western Michigan University in 2013 earning my Bachelors of Science with concentrations in English, Language, and Health. Which is a long way of saying I jumped majors a lot. I have been writing my whole life, and it has been my dream to be an author since before I could even read. I started out illustrating picture books at the age of four (my first book was titled The Bear and told a harrowing tale of a brown (misshapen) bear and his journey of finding a cave for winter. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure that was 'to be continued'. Oops, sorry Grandma. I'll have to work on that, even if it is twenty years later than intended). I'm much better at sequels now, I promise. (*I guess that was a lie... oops, sorry!*)
If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to contact me via my Instagram. I try my best to respond to all messages!
IN THE PRESS
"This novel reminded me a lot of Marissa Meyer’s newest book, Renegades. If you enjoyed that book or like reading about superheroes, you will definitely have fun with The Patriot Guard..."
Gretchen Roesch,
Mugglnet.com