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New Writing Projects

THINGDOM BY FAR

 

I am pleased to announce several new writing projects, all non-fiction.  At age 64, there are certain things I need to say, and not in a fictionalized manner, and that includes the sequel to the romance Novel, New Kiss Horizon which I am proud to say is also NON-fiction NKH WITH BADGE

 

  1. All I have is a working title, and  it is paramount that I tell the truth about myself; no one else can, and yes; I do indeed love my Thing, with all my heart! seen with me above.  

 

I have too many wonderful things to say to let it pass as fiction. Yeah, at age 64, I am in love at last.  You don’t know when its going to happen, but I knew from the very fort Kiss; well, no need to go into all that, but yeah, his Kiss is something very special 

 

 

all true, as lived.

 

2. I will also be writing  a book about my son.

A certified Mensa genius! Dont let anyone tell you the brown young men are not as highly intelligent  as anyone else.  My son scored in the top 2% of IQ, not an IQ test designed to bypass the cultural bias in the “standard” test,  but on the Standard test.  The world need to know about more Brown and Black women and men who are or can be achievers.  They exist.  One should not be ashamed of doing well! 

 

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I can’t wait to write this as only I know the entire story, and I want to tell it while it is possible.

 

3. A new collection of  poetry. I already have selected a title with help from my Thing.  I find him so inspiring and in just writing series of texts to my Literary Executor, I discovered the titles in what I was saying to him, implying that had I sent him no texts, I would not have have this need, this urgency to make stuff, this time out of words.

 

May your journeys through life be as rewarding.

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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.

 

 

 

Celebrating Thingdom!

I Thylias Moss, author of 13 published bbooks, incluiding the roance novel, “New Kiss Horizon” recently nominated for a “Book Excellence Award”:

 

NKH WITH BADGEwould also like to announce my “Thingdom“:

 

Thingdom happened on the anniversaty of seeing him in Chicago, 23 October through 26 October.  In the photo, we stand on a bridge in Chicago, IL, and a bridge is somethign that connects things, help them to get past troubled water, for one thing.

 

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It has been a long time coming, and I am so glad that it is here.  There is no better man in the world, I assure you of that! No one knows better what a “New Kiss Horizon”  is than this man, because he made it with me.  There is “No One” able to say anything contrary and be telling the truth, “No One” as in Alicia Keys, the theme song of “Thingdom”: (He calls me “Dream Baby“)

We’re in this love together!

 

 I assure you that he and I were on a “Freeway of Love”every moment that we were in Chicago, makin that weekend famous:

 

NEW KISS HORIZON Book Excellence Award Finalist

It gives me greaat pleasure to announce that my romance Novel, NEw Kiss Horizon” has een nominated fror a Book Excelleence Award!

 

 

I always knew there was somthing to the romance behind these lovers, Vashti Astapad Warren and Thomas Robert Higginson!  And this finalist notification is a form of proof.

 

Thomas Robert and Vasti  rock!  

 

 

 

Thomas Robert, the character pictured here in proxy form,  always liked Vashti with pink hair (as did the real man behind him) 

 

If you have not yet read this book, perhaps now there is even more reason to do so!

and here are some ways that you might acquire this sizzling book:

 

“New Kiss Horizon” my 13th book (a romance novel ) links:

NEW KISS HORIZON LINKS:

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/

New Kiss Horizon Review

It really pleases me that one of my books, New Kiss Horizon” has received such a great review:

 

 

Link to a great review of “New Kiss Horizon”

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Here: http://mythicalbooks.blogspot.com/2017/05/loving-her-in-his-dreams-new-kiss.html?spref=tw&m=1

 

 

Saturday, May 13, 2017

loving her in his dreams – New Kiss Horizon: A Romance by Thylias Moss

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This book sizzles. […] And the language of poetry is beautiful, reminiscent of Song of Solomon.” A. Customer, Amazon

Description:

Published: November 2016

Vashti, a sexually repressed 60-year-old female poet finally finds the courage to divorce a man she married as a teenager, a man jealous of her looks, of the very equipment that makes her so appealing and this freedom allows 66-year-old poet Thomas Robert Higginson to act upon the fantasy he’s had for thirty years of loving Vashti, actually holding her, making love to her, a fantasy he acts out by visiting a store of Vashti, his fantasy come to life, and of course, entering that store is really a sexual act, for he’s entering Vashti, even if just in his head that somehow Vashti seems to control for she has awareness of all of these Dream Baby Tienda events.

Novel begins with Vashti revealing her past to her friend Thomas Robert Higginson who continues to enjoy his fantasy at the Dream Baby Tienda; he’s been interested in Vashti and loving her in his dreams, in his fantasies for 25 years. Every aisle has forms of Vashti on the shelf. He feels a little guilty because he’s married, but Vashti is thoroughly irresistible to him. He tries not to give in to his fantasy’s demands, but he fails, realizing the attraction he feels is much too powerful to deny.

He invites Vashti to be in a movie, and he wants to begin making love to her right then, but he doesn’t, as both of them are married, but he wants to anyway; he finds Vashti to be the most beautiful woman in the world. He comes to the university where she teaches, and Vashti is in the audience, and Vashti loves how Thomas Robert Higginson performs, but Vashti is married to a non-poet spouse, because beautiful Vashti was raped and became pregnant from that when she was fifteen. Then Vashti meets the man she marries three weeks after the abortion… He is not sensitive to what has happened to her; she is 16 when they meet, Wesley is 23, not a good match at all. Thomas is a much better man for Vashti; he always knew this, but takes a little longer for Thomas to charm Vashti twenty-five years later when his weight gain worries him that he will not be attractive to his fantasy woman.

During the twenty-five years since they meet in person for Thomas’s movie, Vashti marries an infertile man, and almost doesn’t get to have a child of her own. Vashti’s spouse cannot accept his infertility, and refuses to accept a sperm donor, but Vashti insists on having a child.

And ultimately this child more like Vashti than anyone else in the world causes the dissolution of a marriage that never should have happened, but Vashti’s mother was only too glad to get Vashti married off, and since Wesley was interested, Vashti’s mother agrees to the teenage Vashti marrying a man much too old for her. Now that Vashti is free, and Thomas Robert Higginson’s wife has died, Thomas and Vashti become friends on Facebook, and as soon as Vashti changes her relationship status, he contacts Vashti, as he has during those years since the filming of his movie in 1988, as friends not as lovers.

Once Vashti finally divorces in 2013, this sexually repressed woman tries online dating and is extremely disappointed, so when Thomas contacts her to begin dating, Vashti is occupied with a man from an online service, and Thomas has to wait a little longer. But Vashti soon realizes what Thomas wants, and Vashti is fascinated, although this man has gained a lot of weight, at least thirty pounds. But after 25 years, this man and woman meet, and Thomas is delighted, but Vashti fears that she cannot compete with the fantasy version of herself, and they agree to meet in Chicago, once Thomas is convinced that she will become not involved with the man from online dating, and when they meet, there’s instant attraction, and Thomas makes good on everything he has promised Vashti. Vashti has the best intimacy, best kisses, best sex of her life.

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About the author:
Thylias Moss is a multiracial maker, an award-wining poet, recipient of a MacArthur “Genius” grant, and was twice nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award in poetry.

And here:

http://mythicalbooks.blogspot.com/2017/05/loving-her-in-his-dreams-new-kiss.html?spref=tw&m=1

 

What Amazon Customer says about Nw Kiss Horizon on Amazon:

This review is from: New Kiss Horizon (Kindle Edition)” On Amazon.com:

This book sizzles. A must read for anyone who has ever been in love. The anticipation, longing, writing to the beloved then meeting face to face keeps the reader enthralled and wanting more. But Moss doesn’t leave you hanging, oh no, she carries the story to fulfillment and happiness that only two people who love can find in each other. And the language of poetry is beautiful, reminiscent of “Song of Solomon.” (by Toni Morrison)

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My Facebook response to this review:

“This is incredible to me; a comparison of “New Kiss Horizon” a book I love for so many reasons with “Song of Solomon” by Toni Morrison, a book I also love.

To get to Oberlin College from Cleveland, I had to drive through Lorain, Ohio where Toni Morrison was born and I had the pleasure of meeting her at Oberlin, even adapted “Song of Solomon” into a play I titled “The Third Beer” (I have not a single copy of that play),

but to be told that my little book is reminiscent of “Song of Solomon”, a book I admire so much!

and that was was so crucial to a well, workshop I was asked to convene at the University of New Hampshire (in the early 1980s) when black females had no dates, rejected by the black males who were athletes and had their pick of multiple white women, so I shared the passage where Hagar dies for want of silky, wavy hair color of a penny, the right clothes and creamy skin; the black males all laughed and the black females cried, including a biracial young woman with a barely brown complexion, but she had short, kinky nappy hair and was rejected.

Not me however.

(I had the hair Milkman would have liked):

 

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There was nothing I could do as the workshop made clear that these intelligent females, most of whom were majoring in hotel management as UNH was the hub for that major in New England,

and for my book to be compared with a book that has meant so much to me is the icing on every cake.

There are no words for how deeply I am gratified.”

 

And maybe Thomas Robert Higginson likes this also.

 

 

I hope so, considering how much Vashti has been falling in love with  him,

and I like the real man on whom Thomas Robert Higginson is based; well, (I believe ) I love him.

 

Well, Love Song #1 says it all and then some.

Love Song #1 MeShell NDegéocello”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVU0f6h2Puo

How about twice to double the pleasure?

Love Song #1 MeShell NDegéocello”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVU0f6h2Puo

 

 

Online Dating and New Kiss Horizon

 

For this post, I use my former match dot com photo, and my former ok cupid photos.  

They caused quite a stir.  More than I was hoping for actually.  More than I really wanted?  No;

I wanted more; I wanted to see if it was true that I can attract attention.  I really did.  I really do.  All the time.  

“Only dating explained image from this URL: )

Online dating explained

 

My photos from online dating, (by the way, I am 63 years old, have never dieted in my life, have never had any reconstructive surgery, no cosmetic work of any kind.  I do not even wear make-up, no hair weave, extensions or wigs, WSIWYG –all the way.  I have never lied about my appearance): 

 

I self-identity as mixed race, because that is what I am, and I am not ashamed of this at all.  To be honest, I would not mind if more races mixed; for that is true interaction as long as all participating parties agree to interact; all interacting parties leave something behind, and all interacting parties take something different away, do not interact if you are not willing to change, if you must cling to what you were previously, before interacting for interacting will change you if you let it.    

 

a definition of “interaction” states: “:  mutual or reciprocal action or influence” –all interacting parties  change!  

(so stated right here: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/interaction

 

–Sure changed me, and I am still changing.  Among the many things Thomas Robert told me, all of them wonderful, by the way, he said: “If ever I change my mind, I will tell you” –an he has said nothing to that effect.  So I believe when he say din August 2016, that he loves me–

 

(I do not feel right about online dating; maybe I will in time, but I cannot rush… I have to take my time.  I do not want to make any mistakes; I do not want to feel any pressure, especially just to have  a man not so far away as  Thomas Robert Higginson is.   I also want to be fair to all involved, especially to my own heart. I feel guilty just a bit. I do not want to feel this way, but I am also involved in the promotion of New Kiss Horizon, my most recent book to date, and I want to do justice ti that unbelievable love, and that will take time.  I have a feeling that  will still be pretty; Thomas Robert was the first man to call me that and mean it.  Not just those catcalls I often heard.  He spoke from his heart, and I am not at liberty to say right here all that Thomas Robert said to me –over many, many years –as the real man behind that name, to the real woman behind the character’s name. )

What I have come to believe via “Limited Fork Theory (and life experience, to be sure), is that much racial discrimination can and will cease when there is more acceptance of mixture.  I do not go back five or six generations, no further than my own father, and his father, both pictured here:

 

 

 

Two of the few photos with my father, I was a teenage bride; I never met my paternal  grandfather while he was alive:

 

 

Here is some info about these men and my experience with train whistles: (courtesy questions Bracken Hamlet asked me on Facebook):  

“My father, those long low moans, my father coming back to me… sounds dissolving in the air, night calls, his bounce becoming a sky. He has a long way to travel, from death and its tucking of things inside itself, called burial, but only him curling his tongue into semblance of an ichneumon fly, and that sound is the curl, chalk writing on the night sky. My father once cooked for the railroad, making slaw, his own recipe under handle of the Big Dipper, making a prayer come true, that is what I hear, my father calling me, and I answer, another train, car of his train switching onto another track, and we speak to each other in those whistles, and train treadles of heart traffic…

Warm, loved, a track itself so the trains could enter the station of my heart and join all other memories of him, whippoorwills answering me, duets and trios with scent of dogwood racing along the tracks, the frogs too, a thick froggy carpet that squishy road between homes of my southern grandmothers, one black and the other something else, oh, those platforms where I would wait for the train. My father often whistled and could sound like a train, like President Kennedy too with a yodel stuck in his throat, that’s what he said, the sound of him cutting cabbage for his slaw with the rim of a tin can as shiny as the rails themselves; that my father was rail-thin was often said, he was traveling the best way he could, those special trains, Nickel Plate and Ollie’s; one even said Saskatchewan

You know, I will always miss my father. Always. I was never spanked because of him; he did not believe in hitting; if something can be loved, you don’t hit, you love it. That is how he raised me , so unlike my mother; how different they were. I don’t think she ever hard the trains. Maybe just a screech of metal on metal, trains encountering obstruction on the tracks, circles in her mind, constricting it. Oh I also recall the magic of being in Terminal Tower when the locomotives chugged into Higbees underground, and the magicians’ smoke filled the space, overlaid more drawings on the luscious artwork, murals (that never should have been destroyed, work sewer rats could do, but I would think that even they would gag on such colorful profundity and drop like tubes of oil paint, potential usefulness squeezed out, fat gray gloves decorating the scene); smoke gushing out of the front silver plate, folded with the fold pointing out like a collar cradled in silvery recollections; this is what irons wanted to be, but not even that Rowenta came close, the steam irons would slobber on the clothes when they weren’t working properly; they wanted to be flattened for usefulness on the railroads, my paternal grandfather built them, hammer and pickaxe, Native American, Caucasian and immigrant from India, dry-land stevedore, oh, oh, oh, these memories….those murals in Terminal Tower railroad station“:

 

— Some of this deserves, warrants repeating, and some of this will pear in slightly different form in a book I am at long last writing about my father, including a scene I will have to completely  imagine since my father’s death in 1980; he got to see not one  of my books while he was alive; he never got to see his only biological grandson; he never got to see me truly happy with a man, the way I was with Thomas Robert Higginson, and I wish my father could have seen that photo of me standing beside Thomas Robert on a bridge, happiest weekend off my life so far;  (even my son who never met my father, commented that he had never seen me happy with a man before, and I know with all my heart that  true.  

 

–Must sidetrack for just a bit right here, because I was married  for forty years, and did not know the pleasure I found with Thomas Robert —  says a lot about Thomas Robert, I know, and it is not my intention to embarrass him; but when a man has achieved something as special as this, you just do not keep it to yourself, 

 

(If you want to know more, and I hope you do, then by all means read, New Kiss Horizon!

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end of sidetracking, but not the end, probably never will be, of feelings for Thomas Robert Higginson)

 

 

(find out more about New Kiss Horizon here :

 

NEW KISS HORIZON LINKS:

 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/)

 

 

Dear Thomas, I sure hope that you do not mind my posting in this blog a photo that said to me was pure “delight’ –that’s what I felt, also; I am standing right beside you where I belong, and you are standing right beside me where you belong, always:

THYLIAS MOSS AND BOB HOLMAN on a bridge in Chicago 2014

Vashti Astapad Warren with Thomas Robert Higginson: love in full bloom

and I am writing a scene in which my father is holding his usual study, his brothers-in-law sitting at the dining room table , table my mother still has, by the way, his lectures on the composition and location of the human soul, a bottle  of Old Mr. Boston nearby, pale in the glasses, like my skin when it sparkles (as it did when I was with Thomas, especially whenever he kissed me and I kissed him); Thomas Robert is a drinker too; they would have enjoyed each other very much, and my father would have been joyous indeed to see that I had loved someone like Thomas Robert Higginson.

 

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image from :http://www.liquor.com/brands/mr-boston/

 

 

Back to the business of reverie, and repetition, for all of this is true, nothing truer has ever existed:

 

You know, I will always miss my father. Always. I was never spanked because of him; he did not believe in hitting; if something can be loved, you don’t h it, you love it. That is how he raised me , so unlike my mother; how different they were. I don’t think she ever hard the trains. Maybe just a screech of metal on metal, trains encountering obstruction on the tracks, circles in her mind, constricting it. Oh I also recall the magic of being in Terminal Tower when the locomotives chugged into Higbees underground, and the magicians’ smoke filled the space, overlaid more drawings on the luscious artwork, murals (that never should have been destroyed, work sewer rats could do, but I would think that even they would gag on such colorful profundity and drop like tubes of oil paint, potential usefulness squeezed out, fat gray gloves decorating the scene); smoke gushing out of the front silver plate, folded with the fold pointing out like a collar cradled in silvery recollections; this is what irons wanted to be, but not even that Rowenta came close, the steam irons would slobber on the clothes when they weren’t working properly; they wanted to be flattened for usefulness on the railroads, my paternal grandfather built them, hammer and pickaxe, Native American, Caucasian and immigrant from India, dry-land stevedore, oh, oh, oh, these memories….those murals in Terminal Tower railroad station

 

copyright © 2017 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.