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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.

 

 

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Blast from the past

An old reading with Mark Doty at the Library of Congree, 24 February 2000, when i was still married and so very stupid, before Higginson Mattered  much to me as he really does, when I was still preteding that my marriag had more meaning than it really  did.  There is absolutel y no better man fo rme that Thomas Robert Higginson

Mark Doty reading at the Library of Congress with Thylias Moss  February 24, 2000

https://www.loc.gov/item/00579848/

Later revised to “Higginson Matters in Magnificent Culture of Myopia” because Thomas Robert Higginson Matters much More to me and always will.   

 

here’sHigginson Matters - The FiddleheadThis  poem as published in the Fiddlehead of Canada’

 

 “Higginson Matters in Magnifcent Cultture of  Myopia” being performed

 

 

 

This boyfriend and I happily divorced., and  now I have someone much, much better, someone I really Love, Thomas Robert Higginson Our “Usness” in Chicago (where I fell in Love with him)Thylias Moss (Dream Baby) and Bob Holman (Dream Lover

as seen here, the unbounding love: Me and my Thing always.  I Fell in Real Love with him in Chcago where anything is possible Thingdom and Usness

 

(and can he ever Kiss! I was so transformed I wrote a whole book about it: New Kiss Horizon)

 

NKH WITH BADGE

 

THINGDOM BY FAR

Also my son Ansted reading his poem, “Katydids Cross the Sky”  written when he was 8; he is now 26:

 

ansted with brussel sprouts copy

 

And I now have “Real Love”:

 

as in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMX0eEWjJts

 

 

I am very thankful for this Remarkable Love.  I have been blessed every moment that he has been in my life.  I could not be more blessed than to have his love. Ever.  I probably had the best divorce Ever! Ever!

 

Until him, I  had no idea what Love really is and Can be.

A big job for my Literary Executor

There are seven books, that my Literary Executor also my Thing has been asked to oversee. The last book has two possible titles, and he will be the one organizing my writing , some of it going back to early childhood.
 
Only my Thing can do this as he is the only one who knows the TRUTH. The entire truth! I am making sure of this and as he is also the only man I have completely loved, I want him to do this.
 
I know I am not going to live forever, but I hope my Love for him does.; I hope he will always know how much I Love him.
A photo of  me an d my Thing , a man I love so very much; he means more to me than jus about anuthign in this world.   
I went through the  fire  for this man! yes, my natural waist length hair caught on fire, my how quickly it blazed, and in remeberance of  that, Alicia Keys “Girl on Fire”, it was really the Fire of my passion for this man that I really want to commemoate!
What I have for him and with him is “Real Love” (Macy Gray):
How I look now, age 64, multiracual, no weave, no wig, no extensions =, and no relaxer ever in my life.  Although half my hai rbirned off in a kitvhen gire, thsi is what rmains after half my hair buned off. My mother did not  have hair like this; she ws always called, “The Little Black One” as she grew up in the southen USA in the 1930s.  She hated her hair and did not want a child who would sffer as she did. Hence se sought my father  so that she would have a child with the hair she always wanted.  Tale a look at my essay, “Good Hair”, the hair my fahther had and his  immigrant father, half Caucasian, and half Indian, from India Uttar Pradesh . The hai ryou see in teh photo pnly exemplifies just how much hair I had, hor afte rhalf burned off in a kitchen fire, this is what remained. 
DEDICATED THINGDOM-18
Me today, a selfie
My parents:
My paternal grandfather, a nimmigrant who worked on the outhern railroad, half Caucasian and half Indian, from Uttar Pradesh:
FRIZZELL BRASIER
Photo shot in Tennessee
And speaking of Tennessee where my parents met, how about this song, “Tennessee” by Arretsed Development:
Finally, how  I , Thylias Moss, looked with my  multiracial  “good” hair, the full length of it, no weave, no extensions  and no relaxer ever! 

ANNOUNCING THINGDOM!

This will be brief: 

 

At Long Last, I have an official Thingdom with the man I Love!  –you heard it right!  I now have a Thing with a man I have Loved for years.  

 

Thylias Moss and Bob Holman now have a Thing!  I am so very happy about this.  His idea.  He put his own name there; entirely his choice!

 

me and my Thingdom

Me and my Thingdom

 

Below, How having  a Thing with this wonderful man makes me look.  I am about to turn 64,  at the end of this month, and he is about to turn 70 early next month.

 

 

 

 

He rocks my world!

 

 

 

 

From the First time ever I saw his face! I am in love with him!

 

feels good!

 

 

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.

 

thingdom 2

 

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:

 

Modern Woman

 

I have learned that I am not a modern woman if a modern woman means a woman who will have sex indiscriminately.  Sex is not the same as a simple handshake; not for me.  I like sex a lot, but I am choosey, and deciding that he would be the man was a decision; I did not take it lightly.  I gave him something I have not given to any other man.   He didn’t ask me to do this, give only to him.  And he isn’t doing this himself (as far as I know), but I am, because I do not ever want multiple partners.  I’m strictly a one man at a time woman..

 

That kind of touching is sacred to me, and I’m most particular with whom it happens.  I realize that this means certain physical pleasures may not happen for me, but sex will be even more special, and that is how I prefer it.  

SACRED!

 

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The man I prefer is not nearby, and he may not feel the same at all.  I had something real with him, and though we are not at a point where exclusivity has entered into anything, and maybe never will, I am not comfortable seeking another while waiting to see if anything ever happens between us.  

 

Guess I lose all around

One thing about me is that I can be quite loyal.  I have learned that I do not want any other man to touch me; I do not want to touch any other man. 

 

I have heard and seen knock-down, drag-out battles between supposed lovers, and I can say for sure, that the man I care about would not hit me; he just wouldn’t, and I can assure you that I would never hit him.  

I do not believe in hitting something worth caring about.  He knows how I feel, and maybe I’m a fool trying to exist in these modern times…

I know I am not required to be faithful to him, or to any pipe dream, but I’m being faithful to what I believe..

That touching me, holding me is a privilege that not every man is going to get; a very select few.  Such as him.

No sex for me since I saw him, October 2014; my choice again.  It’s not a casual thing for me at all.  And maybe he will come to appreciate that.  And if he doesn’t, I still had the best sex, the best intimacy of my life…  The best dates of my life.  

SACRED DATES!

 

I will probably never again be kissed the way he kissed me. But it’s worth it to be kissed like that just once. And it’s not likely that I will ever again kiss a man the way that I kissed him.

 Oh, I’m pretty enough to attract a lot of interest, and I do, but I don’t want it…

No mere physical attraction here, but plenty of that also.

I am not a fan of online dating; it really helped that I already –sort of– knew him, but never as a lover; this was something we had to discover, and for me, it was everything.  Everything.  Of course, I hope that sooner or later, he will realize that I too am a prize, his prize.  

I have kissed several men, but I didn’t like it; no sparks, no ignition of anything within me, nothing to keep me going back. No sparks, and I must have them.  

He ignited everything… 

 

And now that I know what it’s like to be close to him, I don’t want to be close to anyone else.  

That’s just how it is.   I have written about him and everything.  My new book of poetry “Wannabe Hoochie Mama Gallery of Realities’ Red Dress Code” (Persea Books, September 2016) couldn’t even exist without his input.   This is not mere dependence.  This is choice. I am waiting to see what, if anything, happens.  Or doesn’t.

I am worth it… 

I just want him to really see this also.

 

And there is going to be another book about my being with him… He means that much to me, and I may be crazy for feeling as I do –I fully realize that I may never have this man, and no, I’m not as crazy as Porsha over Duke on RHOAbut I already know something good when I see it, when I touch it, when I kiss it… 

This poem is about him; already written , and he knows it; is going to be in my new book also, “Wannabe Hoochie Mama  Gallery of Realities’ Red Dress Code” 

Not much more that I can say.  I’ve said it all.  He knows who he is… I just had to say this.  Whether or not he wants to be, he is the man for me. Maybe I’m just hurting myself or setting myself up for a very lonely life, but so be it.  He’s worth it.  

And so am I!

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