Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Ken Koprowski ~ 3rd intervew and his book ~ Fathers Collected Poems

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Ken Kowprowski



TITLE: Fathers (Collected Poems 1973-2015)
RELEASE DATE: July 30, 2016
AUTHOR: Ken Koprowski
KEYWORDS: fathers, fatherhood, poetry, parenthood, wilderness, war, death and survival, love, triumph
CATEGORIES: Poetry/Family
PAGE COUNT: 66
ISBN: 978-0692734827
IMPRINT: Veritas




AUTHOR BIO:
Ken Koprowski is a poet, writer, communications consultant, and educator. His collection of poetry, Fathers – Collected Poems 1973-2015, is being published by Ravenswood Publishing in the spring of 2016. In addition to being a prolific writer, he is an award-winning creative director and producer, and photographer. He earned his M.A. in Creative Writing with a specialization in poetry and completed his doctoral coursework at Syracuse University before pursuing a career in public relations. He is working on a second book of poetry and a collection of short stories entitled Draft Dodgers. 

He currently teaches advanced public relations writing and a range of public relations subjects in the Master’s programs at New York University, Iona College and Manhattanville College. In addition, he teaches crisis communication and reputation management – courses he designed -- in the MBA program and business communications at UConn Stamford.

Ken has extensive advertising, marketing and communication management experience. He served as corporate spokesperson in diverse, complex and difficult situations. Ken has written speeches for many well-known corporate leaders, annual and CSR reports, OPEDs, communications plans, ads, video and audio scripts, websites, blogs, and more. He recently edited, and wrote the introduction and chapter on using digital and social media in crisis communications for a popular crisis communications handbook.

Ken grew up in the Midwest – in Chicago and central and northern Wisconsin. For the past 40 years, he’s lived and worked in New York, southwestern Connecticut and southern Vermont. He and his wife of 35 years have three sons and a daughter, and they in turn have nine children of their own.



BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
Q: Tell me one thing that your spouse does that really endears him/her to you. One thing that annoys you. These can be tiny little things, actually the smaller the better.
A: Don’t be silly. I’d never answer this question -- I’m a professional communicator, after all.

Q: Did you like school when you were a child?
A: For the most part. Looking back, I had quite a few remarkable teachers who encouraged my talents and curiosity and who I continue to cherish for their wisdom.

Q: Snack of choice – chips, pretzels, popcorn, or cookies, cake, candy? Or maybe you’re a healthy snacker - fruit, yogurt, nuts, raisins?
A: Apples and almonds (like Obama, but usually more than eight almonds at a time).

Q: Have you ever been too embarrassed to promote any certain titles to friends or family?
A: Until Trump, I would have said Dom DeLillo’s “Cosmopolis.” Now it’s much less fantastic a journey than real life. Hard to believe it was written in 2003!

Q: Dine in or dine out?
A: Both

Q: Coffee or Tea?
A: Coffee -- the stronger the better.

Q: Texting, love it or hate it?
A: Texting is “fingered speech,” (Linguist John McWhorter at TED2013 -- https://www.wired.com/2013/03/texting-isnt-writing-its-fingered-speech/) not writing and without the invention of emojis we’d have a world of misunderstanding and temper tantrums -- possibly the end of friendship as we know it. Knowing this, I’ve developed a love-hate relationship with texting.

BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT

Q: Would you ever consider a joint project?
A: Sure. I’ve done quite a few.

Q: How do you handle writer's block?
A: Don’t know, never had it. I’ve always been a writer for hire, so no time to blink.

Q: Do you write long hand first, or does it go straight into the computer?
A: Stared writing on a manual typewriter and my old Royal standard upright is behind me now as I compose these answers on my MacBook Pro.

Q: Are you a sit down and play it by ear kind of writer, or do you need a structured guideline, or maybe a little of both?
A: As I’ve learned, it often helps to know how you will begin and end a piece, then fill the gaps. But if you don’t know how you want to end, you’re just meandering, lost, and likely to fail.  I suspect this is a major contributor to writer’s block. Yet, it sometimes is best to have an outline.

Q: How long does it take you to create a novel?
A: Haven’t finished one yet, so a long time. I’m crawling along with a collection of short stories. My current collection of poems, “Postcards to the living,” is well past midpoint now.

Q: Do you like to read the genre that you write?
A: Yes. I enjoy reading poetry, and any good writing including essays and journalism. And, there are many great commercials that I enjoy, like Wendy’s Boyz 2 Men “Pretzel Bun” video in which the lyrics are customer tweets praising the bun.



BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF

Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: My current collection of poems, “Postcards to the living,” is about the messages the departed “send” us when our memories are triggered by something in the landscape or news or intersecting thoughts or even a calendar date or holiday. It begins with a “message” from my late friend and golf partner -- he missed our scheduled game because of an unexpected pulmonary embolism in Prague. I played the round with my memories of him. The departed have ways of reminding us of how we miss them and why. I’m also shaping a book - probably a series of interrelated short stories about the Vietnam War era and its impact on families.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, Facebook page or any buy links?
A:   Yes, I do. Here are the links.
 
AUTHOR LINKS:
http://www.koprowskicomm.com
http://twitter.com/KenKoprowski
http://www.linkedin.com/in/kenkoprowski



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ONE LINER:
Fathers is an inspiring, highly emotive collection of poems exploring fatherhood – its mysteries, triumphs, magic, humor, pain, and loss.  In it the poet illustrates that being a Dad is perhaps the most rewarding aspect of living, and at times, one of the most frustrating -- engaging all that is human in the reader.

SYNOPSIS:
Fathers is an inspiring and highly emotive collection of poems spanning 40 years. Fatherhood is the inspiration for much of this book – its mysteries, triumphs, magic, humor, pain, and loss.  In it the poet – an acute observer and lyrical writer – explores fatherhood from the perspective of a grandson, son, father, husband, and grandfather. His poems illustrate that being a dad is perhaps the most rewarding aspect of living, and at times, one of the most frustrating. The pages of this remarkable volume will engage all that is human in the reader.

Excerpt/Sample 

southern vermont symphony

throughout the night freezing rain
coats the mountainsides
every twig pine bough trunk rock ledge road
coated
by dawn, each weighed down with
crystalline coat
a tinkling concert begins
first ever so
softly
and as the sun rises
behind the clouds
andante patter with crescendos
as boughs spring free in rebellion
or self-preservation, sudden
crashes cymbals
in a wild arrangement now
vivace
rush of ice falling until
the middle March symphony suddenly ends
leaving a silvery carpet sparkling and
crackling underfoot
illuminating my walk

Copyright ã2016-2017 Kenneth M. Koprowski. All rights reserved.



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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Danielle DeVor ~ presents ~ Sorrow's Turn


Book Description

Some Things are Worse Than Demons.


Jimmy Holiday, reluctant exorcist, is finally getting the help he needs from the higher-ups. The Order of Markers is sending him to the Vatican’s exorcism school. Now, he’ll receive the training he should have gotten at the beginning. One problem, someone wants to sabotage him.

When his time at the school is cut short, Jimmy receives an interesting new case. It is the assignment that no one wants—a corpse has come back to life. And it isn’t a zombie.

Too bad nothing goes as expected. Armed with his usual bag of tricks, Jimmy thinks everything will eventually be all right. Well, that is until his betrayer turns out to be the person he trusts most.


Excerpt
If ever I thought stuff couldn’t get any weirder in my life, boy was I wrong. Getting out of Arizona was—well, interesting to say the least. No way could we take Lucy on a plane—not without documentation or permission from her parents, which wasn’t going to happen. Poor kid had it rough learning how to walk on real feet again. Then there was the airplane itself. She’d been through enough having been possessed, separated from her body, and ultimately left with me to take care of her. Now this.

How did you call up someone to ask if you could take their daughter’s spirit that had just developed its own body on an airplane while they still had her real body in Virginia? It was enough to make my brain bleed.

And of course, I didn’t have their new phone number, but that was beside the point.

Like I said, things had gotten a whole heap weirder.

“Are you going to help me or not?” Tabby stood behind the car, fiddling with the suitcase.

I was in trouble again. It was starting to become a trend. One of these days she would clobber me. I could see it coming. I got out of the car, took the monstrous suitcase from her, and loaded it into the trunk.

“Car rental place said we can have the car, but there’s a fee,” I said, closing the back hatch.

Of course there would be. It wasn’t like some big organization was going to be nice or anything. Hell, I had trouble with people in general. Why would a corporation be any different?

“How much?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t ask.”

Thwap. My head rocked forward.

“Did you hit me?” I stared at her. Maybe being psychic was another added bonus to this marker thing. Nah, if that were the case, I wouldn’t have screwed up in Arizona.

Tabby stood with her hands on her hips. Her red hair framed her face like she was some sort of pissed-off goddess. Her eyes darkened, and I was reminded of that guy on TV who kept hitting his workers on the back of the head.

“Yes, I did,” she said. “Just because you love that magic black card, it doesn’t mean you don’t have to worry about it.”

I rubbed my head. Damn, she hit hard. “If this was my sort of normal I’d be worried. But how else are we getting this menagerie home?”

“Good point.”

I was glad she saw it that way because there wasn’t another option. It wasn’t like I had some amazing powers like flight or anything.

“Was that the last of it?” I asked. The trunk was almost full. I could maybe fit a small stuffed animal in there, but that was questionable.

“Yep.”

“Okay. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”




Bio

Named one of the Examiner’s 2014 Women in Horror: 93 Horror Authors you Need to Read Right Now, Danielle DeVor has been spinning the spider webs, or rather, the keyboard for more frights and oddities. She spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino. 

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Monday, April 24, 2017

Marie Skye ~ presents ~ Suddenly Us

Warning:
Adult language and mature content.

Warning: Certain Scenes May cause a Trigger, or make you uncomfortable.


TITLE: Suddenly Us
AUTHOR: Marie Skye


Blurb:
Gwen
Love. Who needs that? Who would want that? Who hasn't had their heart split in two, because they were never their first option, and damn sure their second. I have. But I stayed. Why did I stay? It was love. I wanted to finally feel that I was wanted. It didn't matter if he thought I was worthless. It didn't matter if he degraded me, because he felt like it. Any love is better than no love...right?

Hawkins
Every day, I'm haunted and tormented. When, I look in the mirror I see a failure. A failure that let people that needed me down. I worry that it will happen again. If it happens to the people I care about the most, I don't think I could live with myself. Can I put my torturous past behind me and start to enjoy life? Especially now that I have a reason to live it?

Warning: Certain Scenes May cause a Trigger, or make you uncomfortable. If it does, then I did my job. You've been warned.








Author Bio:
Marie Skye is your average career driven woman by day, and a hidden lover of all things dirty by night. Or, as she likes to say, professional by day; author whore by night.

​If it's dark, and full of inappropriate material. She's attracted to it. She prefers making her character’s work for their happy ever after, if they get one, and she has no problem making sure they endure every obstacle to try to get there. She's known as not having a filter, and if she's asked for an opinion, be prepared to get a response that's most likely a mixture of sarcasm and bluntness.

Marie is the type of person that can be friends with anyone, but if you have cake, you're pretty much her best friend.
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