Hello Friends--

I've posted some of my poetry here. Critiques welcome. I am still working on getting a publisher for my first novel FROM PHARAOH'S HAND, and I have a current work in progress, FROM THE DUST OF ROSE HILL.

Just thought you might be interested in what I've been up to while I've been away. I have also started a youth novel, yet untitled, to fulfill my need to write about horses and the Southern way of life.

I recently had a nonfiction essay, "Burkett Street Revisted" published at Dew on the Kudzu for which I am very grateful. I am slowly building a web presence and can be visited a number of places including on Myspace , Shoutlife, and Faithwriters.

Hope all is well in your writer's world and that you are accomplishing much today. I'd like to leave you with one of my poems:

When Sometimes Shattered

When sometimes shattered, we seek to save ourselves as best we can.
Preferring to suffer in silence and to cry alone--
Than have pity place us in a lower rank, we writhe
In darkened corners crumbling at the edges of sanity--
Almost, but not yet too far gone to feel the pain.
Bemoaning lost chances, lost words that dissipated
Like dew in the mid-morning sun, we grieve,
And our darkened world keeps spinning, spinning, spinning--
Into the early morning hours as we toil
To put the tiny pieces back in place...
And hope against all hope that when the glue is dry,
We will at least resemble something of our former selves,
So that none will be the wiser.

--Cynthia H. Green @2007