"No matter how terrified you may be, own your fear and take that leap anyway because whether you land on your feet or on your butt, the journey is well worth it."
-- Laurie Laliberte
"If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough."
-- Ellen Johnson Sirleaf
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."
-- Anais Nin

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Courtney Cantrell

What more can I say about Courtney that I didn't tell you in her last post? How about The final book in her Demons of Saltmarch trilogy will be available very soon? Or she's the acquisitions editor for The Consortium, a group of writing professionals that is reinventing the way writers get published? Or, and this one's my favorite, her favorite exclamation is, "Cramazing!"

blueberry beer, u2, and a fedora
Find Shadows after Midnight
right now on Amazon

i stand at the bar
a lifetime away from the stage as
thoughts about my identity flood through me

but i do not struggle to remember who i am

this time, i don’t need to know
because a brown fedora rests on the end of the keyboard.

the singer claims he still hasn’t found
what he’s looking for
but i say he’s discovered a rhythm to
move my blood
pulse my heart and
throb my core.

i step forward
into the open space at the foot of the stage
where the crowd does not dare tread
in spite of their weizen, their vodka,
their long island ice tea.

to my name i have only blueberry beer
it hasn’t replaced my blood
only infused me with delight

no eyes on me
i walk on strains of melody 

and my toes tap a syncopated beat.

at the foot of the stage
i look up
into the keyboard player’s soul-questioning eyes
i reach up
and do not blink as i pluck his brown fedora
from where it waits

with his smile and nod in time to the song
he answers his own question as i step back
behind me i feel the crowd’s shocked anticipation
and i slide that fedora onto my head

i let go

and i dance

my hands sweep down my every curve
my lips part to exhale joy
my body undulates, intoxicated
by nothing but passion.

oh release.
how i have missed you.

with the wondering eyes of the crowd on me
at the foot of the stage
i dance
i dance shake rattle and hum

i make love to life
wearing the keyboard player’s brown fedora

that is how i think it could happen anyway
as i stand a lifetime away at the bar
and imagine.

Courtney Cantrell is a writer of high fantasy, low sci-fi, and medium horror. The making of things and the sharing of those things with others is her passion. She enjoys chocolate and coffee and tries to keep these from making her sentences unnecessarily complicated. http://courtcan.com

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