“It is an ill wind that blows nobody good” -William Shakespeare

UPDATE: I have received an apology from KDP-amazon. Before I republish my novels I am going to do another revision. The dragon book should be back soon. The horse book…may be presented in a completely different manner. Stay tuned!

Re: My Books
The situation with KDP-amazon has not been resolved, so my books are not available on amazon.com. I upgraded my license on the 3 assets in question so Adobe.com says that they and I are square. The roadblock is amazon. I don’t know when it will be resolved. Hopefully soon.

Foot Sore from Writing

Step left.
Hop right.
Duck, twist, turn.
Get it on paper.
My cradle dance,
My waltz, foxtrot, funky chicken, electric
slide. It existed before I did.
I learned it sooner than walking.
Step left.
Hop right.
Duck, twist, turn.
Write it down.
Before anyone takes away my feet.

Poem 07.07.2021

Somedays it seems as if
I woke on the wrong planet,
as if bed, town, and country changed,
as if even the hemisphere is different now.
No matter what amount of coffee I pour
or how fast my battered feet fly,
I can never catch up to where
I belong.

Archaeology

Drowned cities
spanning the globe
from John Franklin to Roald Amundsen,
all claim to be Atlantis.
Each one shows off their stone arch. Each one
bears a painted image of warriors still in battle,
or women collecting jugs of water despite
being in the deepest fathoms of it.
Each one declares authenticity, holds up their ruins
and begs to be remembered, as
all of us ask to be remember,
to be loved for eternity:
I was here. I was here.
Please
never forget me.

© 2021 Vera S. Scott


“. . . there occurred violent earthquakes and floods; and in a single day and night of misfortune all your warlike men in a body sank into the earth, and the island of Atlantis in like manner disappeared in the depths of the sea.” – Plato

Editing the Glossary

You never were real
genuinely alive, I mean, an actual breathing,
cussing, jig dancing human being.
You were only an idea,
a notion,
like an ex-husband
early on in the relationship
before the ex-part set in, or maybe like
a superstar who doesn’t fart or scratch
in any of the wrong places at the wrong times.
You existed so character one
had a reason to battle against character two
on the way to someplace else that never existed either.
I’m sorry.
I couldn’t simply kill you.
I had to completely write you out.