Writing, corporate citizenship, and other stuff
It’s finally here! Well, on April 27th it will be here. But you can purchase it now wherever you buy books. But beware… Amazon has messed up pre-orders in the past, so it’s better to buy direct from the publisher, or through bookshop.org, at your local bookstore, or through Barnes & Noble. I’ve had good experience with all of them.
A year ago, Antoinette and I completed the first draft of the content that would become together, our first book of photography and poetry.
This morning, we wrote “the end” on the draft of the follow-on book, which we will publish later this spring. We’re still trying out a couple of working titles, so stay tuned.
The first book came together a bit by accident. We didn’t set out to create a book. After New Year’s Day 2022, Antoinette sent me a picture she’d taken while we were on a walk. I wrote a new poem inspired by that picture. Then we did it again the next week, then the next. Over the next several months, this process became a positive, creative, fun touchpoint in a very difficult year. By midyear we thought maybe we could keep it up all year long. By September, we thought maybe we had something that would make a very special book. That’s how together came to be.
This new book is largely the same format and idea as together, with a few tweaks. For example, for 50 of the 52 weeks of 2023, we followed the same process as we did in 2022: Antoinette selected one of her photos from the week, and I wrote an original poem inspired by that photo.
This year, for one of the weeks I was the one who provided the photo, and Antoinette wrote a piece inspired by it. And for another of the weeks, I wrote a poem and Antoinette had to take a picture to go along with it.
You can get a preview of the upcoming book in the 12 months of our 2024 calendar. I’m quite proud of it.
And we’re not done yet! For 2024, we are switching it up a bit. Still doing a weekly creative collaboration, but this time it’s a bit more parallel play. We are taking turns coming up with a prompt word, and then we each have to create something inspired by that word. And we’re not limiting ourselves to photography and poetry this time. The only rule is it has to be printable in a book.
If you want to play along with us, let me know. I can share the prompt words, and you can create your own art along with us.
My latest book, together, is also my first book of poetry.
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Each week in 2022, my partner, Antoinette, took a picture which I then used as a prompt to write an original poem. The result is a collection of 52 unique, compelling, and intriguing pairings… one from each week of the year.
I designed the book and cover, created my own publishing imprint under my coaching LLC, and published the book through a print-on-demand supplier. I’ve even added some merch!
Last weekend, Antoinette and I participated in a panel of authors and artists, where we read from the book and shared the photographs. We also talked about our collaborative process and how the book came to be—an accident, in a way.
It’s always a vulnerable feeling, sharing your creative output with the world. Going up on stage to read it out loud is a new thing for me.
It was a blast! And the audience members who stayed for the reception after had very nice things to say about it all.
Please get your copy today. The hardcover is way more expensive, but it’s pretty nice. And if you’ve read it, please rate it!
I submitted Semper to the Booklife prize this year. Small chance of winning anything (there’s always hope), but every entry received a professional critique.
The short version: This first book in the trilogy is only moderately original, but the writing is “enthralling.” Top marks for character and quality of writing.
Much of the trilogy’s originality grows through the 2nd and 3rd books. But the quality of the writing is consistent.
So if you’re looking for a fun and engaging read in the same genre as Hunger Games and Divergent, give this trilogy a try.
| Plot/Idea: 7 out of 10 | ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ |
| Originality: 6 out of 10 | ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ |
| Prose: 9 out of 10 | ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ |
| Character/Execution: 9 out of 10 | ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ |
| Overall: 7.75 out of 10 | ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️✨ |
With a fast-paced, exciting opening, Semper starts on the right foot with multiple kidnappings and tense character interactions from the word go. Events become a tad less exciting when the Hamlet-inspired parts of the plot take over and story beats become predictable.
Dane’s narration is instantly compelling, bringing us in close to his perspective as the future leader of his people. Expertly balancing internal monologue and action, Dudley’s writing is enthralling. Characters sometimes have more knowledge than feels accurate for three hundred years post-apocalypse.
Both the Hamlet theme and the post-‘Bomb’ setting are quite common. Neither of the standard tropes of either are subverted much, though they are still written in an entertaining fashion.
Dane, Lupay, Freda, Tom, and others all come across as richly detailed characters with their own unique motivations and personalities. Many traits, especially for the villains, are cribbed from Shakespeare, but it’s all put across so well that it’s hard to mind much.
At The Beach
a wave erupts
with a clap of white spray
against the rock
where four gray gulls loiter
they startle into the air
a burst of flapping wings
and shrieking outrage
each a tumble of chaos
fleeing its own direction
like popcorn exploding
from an uncovered pan
the wave retreats
the gulls return
the ocean swells
I think we all know
what happens next
Have you ever loved someone who could kill you with their paintbrush?
Jewel’s artistic talent is like magic, as if her brush were a witch’s wand, not a simple painting tool. She thinks she could surpass the old masters, if she could only escape her parents’ plastic existence. When she’s finally out of high school, she flees to San Francisco and a fresh start.
What she doesn’t know is that her talent is fueled by an untamed and dangerous magic which makes her an unwilling threat to the people she loves. When a mysterious, alluring art teacher promises to train her to control and harness that magic, Jewel puts her future–and her body–into his seductive hands. She soon discovers she’s not his first pupil, however, and as she learns the truth from the girls who came before, Jewel is faced with a terrible choice: Give up painting and spend her life running away, or risk her life–and her very soul–to destroy the man she’s fallen in love with.
SEMPER – first in the “New Eden” trilogy
For teens and adults
Three hundred years after nuclear war destroyed most of the Earth, Southshaw exists as a lush oasis in a desolate, charred world steeped in radiation. The Ancients were able to keep out the mutants and preserve Southshaw’s mountain valley, establishing a peaceful and thriving community built on faith and simplicity of life. Technology is forbidden, as the pursuit of knowledge is believed to have led to the nuclear apocalypse twelve generations ago. It is Semper’s duty to manage the community and provide spiritual leadership to Southshaw’s citizens.
Dane is in line to become the thirteenth Semper of Southshaw. On the eve of his sixteenth birthday, however, he finds that the ghost stories from his childhood and the frightening tales of mutants in the north are not just legends. But the legends are not entirely true, either. And suddenly he’s faced with a choice he never expected to make: should he take his place as Semper, obeying his cruel uncle and twelve generations of Southshaw Truth, or should he follow his heart and risk exile and death to unearth the real truth? An exotic huntress, a mythical ghost-man, and a tailor’s daughter hold the keys to his answer. And to the survival of Southshaw–and possibly all of humanity–itself.
FORSADA – second in the “New Eden” trilogy
For teens and adults
Lupay isn’t afraid of fighting, but what can one girl do against an army? Thousands of Southshawans, whipped into a war frenzy by a fundamentalist demagogue, are poised to sweep in and crush her home of Tawtrukk, and Lupay is powerless to stop it.
Or is she?
Driven into hiding and pursued even into the depths of the mountain, Lupay and her friends do their best to resist. But resistance won’t withstand the onslaught forever, and ultimately Lupay must choose: flee into the radioactive barrens of the Desolation, or rise up and fight fire with fire, like the legendary Tawtrukk warrior queen, Forsada.
FREDA – final book of the “New Eden” trilogy
For teens and adults
In the aftermath of war, false friendships, failed loyalties, and new alliances make truth difficult to see clearly. The battle for Tawtrukk is over, but the madman that started it all has escaped, and now he has instructions for detonating the nuclear bomb that stood dormant in the Southshaw chapel for thirteen generations. If he can’t be stopped in time, Freda will have to find some way to lead the survivors to a new home over the mountains, into a land she’d always been taught was an uninhabitable wasteland of smoldering radiation.
Cryptic clues left by Southshaw’s Founders three hundred years ago suggest that the land may not be as desolate as everyone thought, but can those clues be trusted? Can Freda unite the bitter, angry remnants of the Southshaw, Tawtrukk, and Subterra peoples? Can she get them to follow the clues when many think they lead to death instead of to the paradise Freda believes they promise?
THE BAD LIE
For 3rd to 6th graders
Jay had hoped to spend the summer after fifth grade at his dad’s in New York, but instead he’s stuck in boring day care while his mom works and his friends bike around and have fun. Jay’s weekly bright spot is the day care’s golf outings at Fair Elm Country Club on Monday and Wednesday afternoons. Although his cool friends make fun of him for being in day care, he likes golfing with Becca, a smart girl on the fringe of the popular group who’s really helping him improve his putting. When his friends convince him to “have some fun” one night with their bikes, things turn bad. Jay’s efforts to stay out of trouble backfire, causing even more problems and almost destroying his friendship with Becca. On the verge of starting middle school, Jay has to choose: He can either lie and keep his popular friends while avoiding punishment, or he can own up what he’s done and win back Becca’s respect.
three paperclips
one brown candle squats
lonely in a cold corner
as gray autumn
begins slipping
into dark winter
three paperclips lie beside it
discarded
and I wonder
about the candle’s flame
now extinguished
about the absent papers
now unclipped
is there perhaps
a fourth paperclip
lifted from the abandoned jumble
to experience
the thrills of interoffice mail
or the long, lonely exile
of a government’s underground archives
or maybe
it was twisted and bent
to poke at a stubborn lock
or wrought with haste
into a circle of angles
by a young man without time
to buy an engagement ring
before his ship sailed to battle
if only I had some papers
if only I had a match
next time
No one saw us dancing
at the party
as we glided
separately
from room
to crowded room
greeting old friends
and avoiding each other
with practiced precision
until at the end of the night
our embrace on the threshold
lasted an acceptable duration
and we expressed
our mutual regret
at not spending
more time
together
Distances
Tall pines stand stoic
behind us, a row of sentries
barricading
two worlds from each other.
We broke their line
to escape the campground
with its unwashed dishes
and uncorked wine bottles
and unconcerned spouses.
We took with us
the children–
their implicit innocence
our passport
to the twilight
of the rocky dirt
beside the lake.
While they race along
the thirsty, drought-parched shore
you and I stand silent
side by side
motionless as ancient pillars
of a long lost pagan temple.
The bruised sky relaxes to black
and we turn our gazes starward
conscious of the trees
and the children
and the chill of the Sierra evening
and the warmth of each other.
I want to reach up
and pluck a star from the sky
like stealing a tiny white blossom
from a mountain vine
to curl into your golden hair.
But it would be easier to weave you
an entire wreath of stars
than to cross
the vast, impossible distance
that separates
your shivering hand
from mine.
Ducks, I suspect,
rarely meditate
or spend much time
contemplating their failures.
A few years back, two ducks
flap-flopped from the sky
to splash into the swimming pool,
returning each spring until
we filled the pool with dirt,
and with crushed granite,
because the ducks had become
the only ones swimming in it.
Decades ago, when I was young,
ducks waddled across Tryon Street,
marching from Roaring Brook
through the muddy flood pastures
down to the river,
ignoring the Killiam’s dairy cows
in a celebration of
mutual disinterest.
The cows and the ducks and the brook
comprised a constancy of motion and stillness,
much like the river,
which would announce the end of winter
with the booming thunder of cracking ice,
a magical sound I could hear
as I lay in my top bunk
on the hill across Tryon Street.
I loved the river all iced-over,
but I loved the great heaves
of the drifting floes more.
I wonder if the ducks, or the cows, even noticed.
I suspect they knew
what has taken me
a lifetime to learn.
That the river freezes over,
and the ice thaws,
but the water keeps flowing
just underneath.
And this is why I know that,
someday,
my phone will ring,
and it will sound
like river ice breaking,
and when I hear your voice
we will be friends
once more.
