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Poetry Collection!

 

 
I would like to report that I spent my first day of September preparing and sending my collection of poetry, all 263 pages to my Collaborators, my Son, my Thing and my Mammoth.
 
I hope they like it. I revealed my true feelings, and after all, this collection of poetry is a delayed response to a love poem, my Thing sent to me. I have been involved with this wonderful man l for most of my life, it seems. Not that he didn’t know how I felt about him, but not that long ago, I sent him a text, telling him how I never imagined having such feelings for a man 70 years old. Not that I am much younger, but at 64 years old, I am no spring chicken either. This means Andrena Zawinski that I will be able to put together some poems from this new collection tomorrow, and the timing is perfect.
 
All of this because a poem written with my Collaborator, my Thing, and my Literary Executor has won a Pushcart Prize, for a poem I wrote as a response or collaboration to a poem of his, ““What You Can’t Understand Is Poetry Is Connected to the Body Again” my poem “Blue Coming” as published in <abstractmagTV.com> thanks to JL Jacobs
 
All parties involved in this collection, all of my collaborators, and I Love all of them with all my heart.    Pushcart reading  16 November 2018, The Strand Bookstore, NYC, 7:00 pm EST.   I will be there with my son, one of my collaborators in the new collection.  I hope that my other collaborator with be these also, as my prize-winning poem could not exist without him, Mr. Bob Holman, also my Thing, and my Mr. Muse, and my Literary Executor.     Nor could the new collection exist without him, my primary collaborator for a good many years.  Do I Love this man?  Of course! 
I would be a fool not to, and I tell him every day.

 

 

I could not be happier about this!  

Here are locations where this poem maybe experienced:

Abstract mag Tv Thylias Moss feature , interview url:
http://abstractmagazinetv.com/20…/…/21/feature-thylias-moss/

And
Pushcart prize, “Blue Coming”

http://abstractmagazinetv.com/?s=thylias+moss+pushcart

“Blue Coming” read here:http://abstractmagazinetv.com/…/pushcart-prize-selection-b…/

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Writing Projects

Good Late afternoon.

 

I am happy to report that I have several writing projects uderway.

I have decided to complete my poetry project first, and if successful, will  be my 14th  book.  My existing books:

I am not in the habit of disclosing prospect until there is a contract.

 

Perhaps what is most awkward in ths scenario, is that my Thing and Literary Executor

are one in the same man, so he is award of mywritigprojects onyl second to me, and yes, many of the poems are about him, so he knows that too.

 

In fact, each morning, I send him a text, and in it, many of my ideas and early drafts of poems are shared with him –fine that they often involve our relationship. 

Since every poem I write is a form of Love poem, some of them exceedingly personal and  deeply complex in keeping with what it means  to be   in Love with him, every moment of every day.  He is also my Muse, Mr. Muse, that is.

 

 

SEQUEL!

I am 64 now, and loving it!5 DAYS OF MARCH 2018 THINGDOM-02

 

I am also happy to report that I am well on the way to comleting a draft of a equal to a romance novel  “New Kiss Horizon” that emerged in 2016.

NKH WITH BADGE

 

 

A certain man and I have noved on to having a Thingdom

 

Thing” in this case is the perfect ,well, “Thing” because a few years ago, he told me that if we ever bcame some'”thing” the whole damned world should know, and this is his way  of telling the whol damned world in a way I did not anticipate.

Well, whole damned world,  here it is

me and my Thingdom

Me and my Thingdom

 

and since I have it now, I am going to mention how happy and thankful I am for having it.

This wonderful man surprised me by putting his own name on the photo.  I will take choice over coercion any day,  and now I bask in choice, the glow of choice, beauty of choice and whatever possibilities lie ahead.  

Because they do!

 

Choice makes a difference and I am so pleased that here he is choosing me in a most public way.

 

He is the source of my “Dream Baby” nickname.  The very source of love in my life.  I have never made it secret that I love this man.  The photos of me in a man’s hat, well, that hat belonged to him.

 

I even wore it  when I performed at his poetry Club in Manahattan,

the Bowery Poetry Club:

 

 

 

 

I started falling in love with this man the moment he Kissed me in the taxi in Chicago!  Once we Kissed, I knew everything I needed to know! the instant Chemistry is still amazing!  That just doesn’t happen for real, but it  did to me.

He always liked long hair, and do I ever have long hair now (rooted in my scalp, no weave, no extenstions, and no relaxer in my life)!  Would  he still  love me even if I had no hair?  I think so; for he is not a shallow man at all. Very special, one of a kind to be sure.  Do I have it because I’m multiracial?  I cannot say, but I have it.  A few pics of me in a natural way:

 

 

 

 

Nor were we young, I was 60 the first time he kissed me and he was 66.

There is no other man who can Kiss like him on the planet!  Does not the song go, “It’s in his Kiss”?  Well, it really is!

 

I don’t have a photo of us kissing, but when I do, I will post it.  The onyl eperformance we have dome together so far:

 

 

 

My two parts in the movie, featuring excerpts from poems I had written.  What says “Green Light and Gamma Rays” should be as written, “Green Light and Gamma Ways”  

Now he has a name, and I get to use it.  Because he did.  It is so wonderful to be 64 and have Love in my life at  last.  

 

He rocks my world!

 

 

what we have is Solid!

 

 

In my life for more than 30 years.  He first knew me as “Forker Gryle” (His spelling of “Girl” –I had pink hair then.PINK-HAIR FORKER GRYLE

 

A collection of poems that we two poets wrote together: 

 

 

 

 

Aneurysm of the Firmamament

book by Thylias Moss and Mr. Bob Holman

Much more to Follow, Always I hope.

 

 

 

BOOK ABOUT & TO MY FATHER

Although it is much too premature to announce that my 14th book might become reality. a book about an exceptional man that I was lucky enough to call my father, 

a former student now an editor, Jason Kirk told me how he liked the part he has read, and he was kind enough to make room for me today, a visit I surely needed in a time of enormous upheaval in my life.  It was not my mother who understood me and tried to make sure that I existed in a world where any opportunity could be mine as long as it was in human possibility.  

 

I will not say more as I would not like to spoil the book.  

 

It was my father.  100% Daddy’s girl right here although I am 63 years old.

Here’s Jason Kirk and I, 

 

If there is any kind of justice in this world, then the book about my father will be book #14 for me.  Unfortunately, my father died before the most important things happened, the birth of my own genetic son, the only person other  than myself who has the gift of his DNA. 

 

I wrote this book to show my father the greatest happinesses in my life, the highest highs, all of which he missed.  I wanted my father, my son also, to know what it is like for me to really be in love.  I wanted to introduce my father to the real man behind Thomas Robert Higginson, but I guess Thomas Robert  is not ready for that level of TRUTH,, so instead I introduce him to a proxy  Thomas Robert Higginson (proxy images above), but in my heart, and I hope that in Thomas Robert’s heart also, he is aware, and likes that it is him.

I myself am so thankful and grateful that Jason Kirk,  He knows a great deal about Limited Fork.

 

He was there when I was learning  that theory myself.  I will be learning it for the rest of my life.  It is that important and transformative.

 

Jason Kirk (with fork)

so far Jason likes the book! –and that means everything tonight. The book is a way that more people can get to know this man. And I wanted to introduce the persons most important to me to him.  The gist of my ambition.

 

Getting closer to Fruition! 

 

 

If You See Something, Say Something

Wow.

I just had my interview with Roberto Eslava Chavéz, and among the things he asked me, which of the books I’d written was my favorite, and I told him the truth, “New Kiss Horizon”, all about Thomas Robert Higgnson and a character named Vashti Astapad Warren

 

Cover of NKH

He asked me how did I feel about collaboration and I told him that no piece belonged exclusively to any one person; that senses are portals allowing access to information that, as feeble as we may be, we translate something into something; does not have to be words, but we receive information and give information back to the world, and we are all changed for the exchange.

I explained that collaboration is the only way, that nothing belongs to any individual; only though sharing –for instance the poem I sent, “If You See Something, Say Something” a collaboration with Thomas Robert Higginson, and all of this made

If You see Something, Say Something-02The Fiddlehead Journal in which "Higginson Matters" was first published

 

 

“If You see Something, Say Something” as published in “The Fiddlehead” (issue 268):

 

–in response to: “If you See something, Say something”

                                        –Thomas Robert Higginson

       

“If you See something, Say Something

Banana”

                      

white shadow

crescent moon

Wax (ing)

Wax banana

Wax grapes, apples

in bowls

On my mother’s dining room table

lunch

kitchen sink

I see this also

my father washing dishes

scalding water

his skin

down the drain

plates clean, heavenly,

full of banana water spots

we eat the shadows.

two of which

are my father’s

diseased lungs

yet I float on clouds

into such a clean, pure kingdom

that nothing else matters

just a banana which I eat the moment I arrive.

Buddha

in suds.

Resurrection (tentative title)

Work on the book about my father resumes, all true, even my son, my fahter’s only grandson; the only son mine from conception through birth –I won’t go into the details of that, except to express my thanks to a Bangladshi sperm donor. and the man in my life, Thomas Robert Higginson, that wonderful and complex man.  I introdcuce my father and his father to the most important men in my life, my son Ansted:

a photo of Ansted , and of Ansted with me:

 

 

 

 

Some pictures of Thomas:

 

 

 

I will never reveal his legal name, although I know it; that just wouldn’t be fair?  If his identity is ever revealed, he will have to reveal it, not me.  I could even post some photos of this man and myself, but not at this time; he must remain enigmatic, incognito

Just know that he is real, and it is perfectly fine if you bcome jealous of him, after all, he is the man appointed to this honor of  well, being the world’s greatest lover –not sayng he is perfect, as he does tend to misunderstand things, even when I am prasing him, but he deserves every  word of praise I give him,  and he has taken a lot from me, but all in the spirit of how much I love him, but the realiy of him is a bit too private to share, some images of my father:MY FATHER IN HIS FAVORITE LIVING ROOM CHAIR

 

 

 is introduced to nsted my son, and to Thomas Robert  who never got to meet him while he lived,  One of the great tragedies of the world.  Even those who saw him, did not know him, glimpses only, but no real sense of the complexity and loving nature of his character; I am doing the best that I can

 

as well as my paternal grandfather:

 

Frizzell Brasier, father of Calvin Brasier, a farmer

 

that’s about it for now.  I will probably write all through the night. There is so much good that I must say, (not that I don’t want Thomas Robert Higginson himself to say more good about me, and about the book 

 

Thomas Robert persists in Calling mea great writer” –-maybe I am, but I have a great someone to write about, but only I (and Thomas Robert of course) are privy  to the details.  

 

I can post no more details without giving away his identity,   but I advise all of you to search for a man like him, and maybe, although unlikely, for there is only one Thomas Robert Higginson, but search anyway, and perhaps you will come close.  

 

The point is not to identify my son or Thomas Robert himself; the point is to introduce this exceptional man to the small world (that reads my stuff) and is interested in a different model of a man, of a human being, of the outcome  (me)

 

from such a man  who married my mother and is still exceptional although he died in 1980, and would love all the science and technology, things he missed during his life from 1923 – 1980; above all he would have adoresd computers, and he would have had one.  No doubt several of them.

 

If I miss anything, it is the sound of his voice.  Think of all the ways he could be captured, and he used to sing –such capture with just a phone.  

 

I am sure I will dream about all of this tonight.

 

 

 

my father and I: precious photos.  My mother also in the first one.

Relocation

The time has come.  Goodbye Ypsilanti, hello again Ann Arbor.

Tomorrow is the official day!  Dream Baby is coming back to town! 

Moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan from Massachusetts, became very ill, rupture of a cranial aneurysm , 2011, survived, against all expectations, and my life was forver changed for the better, improved I mean,  divorced after 40 years of marrage, a change I really needed, having married as a teenager who knew nothing, not really; I thought I knew a few thngs, but I really didn’t.  

Mostly, although I was married for such a long time, wedding in 1973, turns out that I knew nothing about love,  not really.   But a friend of mine (Thomas Robert Higgginson)  did, and we got together for the best weekend of my life, became the basis of a romance novel, I was finally able to write, my favorite book of all my thirteen books: 

new-kiss-horizon

New Kiss Horizon

details on acquisition of this book:

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” on Smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/683373

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” paperback on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss/dp/1540584496

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” Kindle book on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss-ebook/dp/B01N1K0PLC

Link to Thylias Moss Amazon writer page:

https://www.amazon.com/Thylias-Moss/e/B001JSBOQQ

Vashtis Blog (narrator of NKH, maintaining a blog so that readers may keep in touch with developments in the character’s life beyond the book:

Vashti’s blog URL:

https://vashtisblog.wordpress.com/

Presently working on a book about my father; a book I have needed to write for many years. He and my son (I was finally able to have) are the people most like me in the world.  My father was the most soft-hearted man –and I am soft-hearted too. My     son may be soft-hearted also, but life itself and the world not fully hospitable to such nature has tried to crush this, has tried to hammer it out of us, but my heart, agaist all reason, defiant in its softness had not curled up and died, the ventricles useless, chambers unvisited and exploited.

This too is legacy.  

A softer legacy to be sure.  I wish he had lived to know any of this for himself. 

My father - main portrait

This Heart will survive. 

Of course I like memories, but I prefer things of substance, the physics of what  can held in my hands, hot or cold, even if it burns, I want the marks of  living well, of knowing these feelings; there is a cost of knowledge, and for those who maintain the story of origins involving Adam and Eve,  the cost of knowledge was the loss of paradise, but I suggest  that the knowledge gained perhaps was worth that loss; for they gained a physicality that is very much enjoyed around the world, among all species the propagate –he way it’s  done: interaction and connection of bodies:

the actual paradise of pleasure.