Author Interview

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Hey peeps!  I’ve been interviewed by the talented author/blogger Sandy Appleyard.

Check it out!

Karen, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself? Where are you from? What propelled you to start writing?

Great question Sandy, and thank you so much for having me. Way back when, in Chattanooga, TN, (I can’t reveal how long.) Some evil doctor pulled me into this cold ugly world, kicking, screaming, and seriously hungry. As soon as I was old enough, I dragged all of my junk (didn’t really own anything good back then) just a stone’s throw away outside of the city where I still live today. My mother was born in South Carolina and my father was born and raised in Tellico Plains, in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains. Needless to say, I probably have a very mixed up southern accent … (Click here to read more.)

Regenerate

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Evil descends, dealing death beneath my protection; spitting crimson onto cobblestones, staining their age worn surface.

Thunderheads swell in the thick midnight sky; belching anger from their gullets, cleansing the time-honored ritual.

Pulsing beneath the damp stone surface, latent life resides, drinking the remnants of death, gathering and spreading strength.

A telltale flicker, a street lamp breathes.  Flushing rust from its cast iron skin, it blackens, splashing healing light across the wasting stones, pushing youth into their haggard grey pores.

Renewing.

Shadows scatter across a building’s façade, fleeing over decayed trim, darting between shards of shattered reflections.

High above the pursuing light, they seek sanctuary.  Spilling through the aperture’s void, his mass reforms; rising from scraps of blackened mist, driving light from his core.

Satisfied, he lingers only for a moment.

His offering accepted; he drops into darkness.

-K.R.Rowe

Death

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DEATH

 

Cold breath pulls me from slumber

 

Extinguishing light from my soul

 

You pass me into your blackened existence

 

I step away from the stench of my own demise

 

Stumbling from life into nothing

 

The past falls away

 

-K.R. Rowe