Meet the Author!

Full Name: Rose Corcoran

Age: Twenty-Six

Height: 5’3”        

Eyes: Gray

Hair: Brown

Likes: Tea, books, movies, video games, pineapples, rabbits, Lewis Carroll, being outdoors, changing seasons, animals, theology, Japan

Dislikes: Injustice, lack of catharsis in fiction, shirts with hems that are different lengths in the front and back, first person present tense POV, rosehips and hibiscus in herbal tea

Occupation: Author

Favorite Food: Bread, cheese, and any combination thereof

Place of Birth: Arizona

Spirit Animal: Cat

Spirit Vegetable Fruit: Strawberry

Little Known Fact: She can lick her elbow.

Sestina: Hades

There she was, playing with her friends,  

oblivious to all the evils in the world,

unaware that she was being watched by a cold

figure. Hard as stone

is what they call me, heartless as I am cruel, 

but not so cruel as to not let her finish her last necklace of seeds.

Beat Tea Poetry

I know the title makes no sense.

Beat tea poetry:

shouldn't it be tea beat poetry,

or beat poetry on tea?

I'm not even sure it's beat to be honest.

Beat honest.

Beat honest about your non-beat poetry,

poet-tea—

A beat-boxing poet's beat poem about tea

that steeps. The kettle keeps time

as she types on the keys,

tries to rhyme as the water turns green

and the leaves unfurl, swirl.

Then the steam from the kettle breaks free.

Second steeping, not time to be stopping,

she leaps to the water, fills the pot to the brim,

then it's back to typing her piping hot poem.

The tea simmers and she goes on hitting keys

and dreaming, trying to get what's in her head

out

so it won't turn bitter.

NaNoRaMble

NaNoWriMo is over, and I lost spectacularly, completing only 20,119 words out of 50,000 (but then again, I only wrote from November 8^th through the 22^nd ). So, having done better on this  NaNo than I ever have before, I thought I'd share some thoughts with you.