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4 years? … W(where)`TF have I been??

On By Devlin De La ChapaIn Rant, Uncategorized, Update, WritingLeave a comment

Please don’t mind the post title but. . .

It has been awhile since I’ve done anything with this site other than letting it sit idle & letting WP collect on the revenue of my name – to which I’m not complaining.  Thank You, WordPress!

So, what has Devlin been doing in the last 4 years?

Well, really nothing worth bragging about considering that I still don’t have an Agent and that I resorted to self-publishing and becoming Indie.  The last I recall I was querying a standalone novel called “Growing up Trafficked” to which was renamed “HUSH” – a controversial story about a 14-year-old girl forced into prostitution by the people she trusted which has now grown into a 13 book series with a projection of two more [series’] to follow – to lit Agents.  Out of the 64 Agents/Agencies I queried, 2 showed interest and 1 requested that I, and I quote that Agent: ‘Tone down the parable of the story’ which I already did prior to querying.  So, long story short, HUSH never gained representation however, it did gain a sizable audience and was ranked as a #1 Best-Seller for 2 ½ years straight, topping off at about 70K copies sold in its first 3 years; since then, I have lost count.  As for the rest of the Series, it’s holding up.

But, and unfortunately, I can’t say much for UnFangulous Girl! (previously Last Bite) and Immortal ROMEO (previously ROMEO) and 5 chapbooks as I continue to battle with them.

Aside from trying to avoid surfing the COVID-19 wave I’ve taken up refuge in front of ABC News Live, Prime, HBO Go, Netflix, Hulu and Disney+ and have put my mind to use in laundry, cleaning, and cooking and my eyes to additional reading and envying all the new traditionally published book releases only because my book(s) should be included amongst those with many Indie’s  – I assume  – feeling the same.

I think it’s time to end this rant here. . .bulk collection is in front of my house collecting bulk trash to which I don’t have, and I haven’t seen my cat – the Persian snob – anywhere in the last couple of hours.  Time to go look for her but after I submit another Query to my latest novel to replace the rejected one I received this morning.

You all stay safe out there.  Make good choices!

hollow

On By Devlin De La ChapaIn Poetry, Uncategorized, WritingLeave a comment

you packed a suitcase

slipped a flower in your hair

and turned to say ‘good bye’

without so much as a tear in your eye.

 

but I must’ve been

the most heartbroken man

you had ever seen.

 

I guess it was in that moment

when you, too, realized

that you didn’t have to be

so goddamn mean.

 

i, Poetry

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i, Woman pic 3

he took me to the point

of no return,

tore open my skirt,

ripped the panties

from my bodice

& dragged me

into the river deep

asking through a sensual man’s whir ~

 

                                         ‘how deep is your poetry?’

 

as spools of sodden moist

violated every center of my sanity

gripping the depth of my insanity,

utopia & euphoria

settled

in the holiest temple of my doom;

& there

did I occur to me

that poetry is in the eye

of the beholder

particularly

when I saw my legs

dangling over his bare shoulders;

but it was

in the harden thrusts

of his verses,

the orgasmic taunt

in his stanzas

had I realized the depth

of my own poetry

didn’t matter ~

 

orally

     anally

          vaginally

 

 

 

for I was Poetry

in itself

 

Poemless

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fields

of whisky

black

 

under

a sunless day

under

a cloudy sky…

heart is a

cardboard box;

 

forgotten rhythm(s)

& impotent stroke(s)

numb these thoughts

of thoughtlessness;

 

versus are shiftless

stanzas wander

prose(s) indisposed ~

drunk is the poet

 

with a leadless pen in hand

& a tattered notebook

with pages of dirty white

crinkle[ing]

against the wind…

                              scream;

 

in quoted brackets

I am read:

 

[Please Insert Poem Here]

 

Reviewed: She Poems by Mike Meraz

On By Devlin De La ChapaIn Article, Book, Fiction, Magazine, Musing, Poetry, Review, Uncategorized, WritingLeave a comment

As the Editor and Founder of BoySlut who’s had her share [aplenty] of reading poems on a daily basis and from some of the most renowned underground poets from around the world, I must admit I was not prepared for what Mike Meraz had in store for She Poems.

Read in as little as 15 minutes, not only was each and every poem cleverly versed and multifaceted depicted (with much respect to the women who inspired such genu~ism) these candid and satirical poetic trinkets are sure to not disappoint and to encourage the idea of what “underground” poetry really and truly is.

 

 

 

*reviewers note: If you haven’t read She Poems or anything by Mike Meraz. . .Shame on you!  But here is a list of his chapbooks (in no chronological order):  43, Black~Listed Thoughts, Writhing & Alive, Watching it Burn, Black~Listed Poems; and the link where you can view his online Journal, Black~Listed Magazine:

http://www.black-listedmagazine.blogspot.com/