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Author Interview ~ Pietri0x

There are over 70 author interviews on this blog…

However, today’s post will be the 12th in the series of Wattpad Author Interviews.


PietriOx is her profile name and her family is from Naro, Sicily.

She’s married to a Brit and knows some Polish.

Still, she writes poems in English that have power and lyricism


So, I’ll start by asking you about your profile name on Wattpad…


Click to read “Outpost”

 If I should mention my online name—PietriOx– the name Pietri is Sicilian and the ox is for the life in Sicily—the carts and heavy ox that carry saints and substance…

What began your love of ”word art”?

It’s the wheat fields fault! They added such an artistic dimension to my life at a very young age, also a second home at a very impressionable age. I spent loads of time in those fields, creating a work space of words and paint before I ever held the thoughts of becoming a writer/poet. An artist, I was born, taking art lessons at a toddlers age and everything else grew from that.

When did you seriously begin the literary process?

Ten years ago I wrote a children’s book and the support given ignited my mind into other genres.

How did you become a poet?

 Five years ago, give or take a little, I had a ”jolt”, a life jolt and that fueled the ”need” to write, like exercise, trying my best to convey the images before me.

Have you written any short stories?

Yes, several; and, one is being edited for the public, as I write the answers to this interview…

I understand you’re a canvas artist as well?

Yes , that is my first love.

I have shown my art in several galleries stretching from the North to the South.

Abstract is my vision; and, devotion to portraits and nature.

Has anyone influenced you in poetry or writing?


Click to read “Flow”

 Yes, the great Pablo Neruda; and, several unknown poets who should be known!

How often do you write?

I write daily for several hours…

It’s like physical exercise—I “have ” to do it!

Who’s been your best supporter?

My guy—I drive him mad over which words make sense or which pigments to use in a finishing paint stroke!

I have learnt that in any art form there truly is no perfection…

It is in the ”eye” of the beholder and that goes for ”word art” as well!

How about other supporters?

 Yes, in Wattpad—jeshi99 and stripey are my two top supporters—no matter what I write, they read it!

Several other brilliant writers on the forum, who I do not compare too—they are great writers and their support in me has been the hand of dedication—I will never forget them…

And, finally, can you name one person you can credit your writing to?

Yes, but I will keep that private…

But, I will mention my father who has shown me undying support my entire life—even from a heavenly place—he guides me and teaches me patience.

I want to thank you, so much, for taking the time to share your artistic self with my readers :-)

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13 to 19-Year-Olds Writing #Poetry !

Teen Poetry MOOC

Teen Poetry MOOC

Normally, I do a re-blog on Thursdays…

However, since yesterday I published a post about Emily Dickinson and also received an email from the International Writing Program at The University of Iowa about a free course in poetry writing, I must jump in and spread the word :-)

If you’re 13-19 years old… Well, I should let the IWP tell their own story:

#Flashwrite Teen Poetry MOOC

March 30-May 3, 2016: The IWP will offer its first MOOC (Massive Open Online Course) designed exclusively for teenage students. Writers age 13-19 are invited to write new poems and to share and discuss their work with fellow writers around the world. No writing experience is necessary: this MOOC will welcome new writers and challenge experienced poets. This MOOC will be taught here on NovoEd, a website for creative collaborative learning. Registration is free!

And, there’s this:

Early College Credit Opportunity

Students who complete this #Flashwrite MOOC may continue on to take an optional #Flashwrite Workshop for University of Iowa undergraduate credit.

May 16-June 13, 2016: Students who complete the #Flashwrite MOOC may enroll in an optional University of Iowa #Flashwrite Teen Poetry Workshop for one university credit. Each online workshop will be taught by a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop with a substantial teaching and publication record and will be limited to 15 students. Enrollment requirements: completion of the #Flashwrite Teen Poetry MOOC and payment of a $398 USD tuition fee.

For more info, Go Here

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Read An E-Book Week Starts Today !

Yes, I’m still “officially” on sabbatical from this blog as I work on my next book… Notes from An Alien

But, I got a notification from Smashwords that today is the beginning of their Read An E-Book Week.

It’s a great time to load-up your e-reader with some free e-books!

I’ve yet to publish with Smashwords but my next book will be featured there, as well as fresh editions of two of my other books.

However, you can still get three of my books for free, right here on this blog.

Notes from An Alien

Is Your Soul In Here?

And, Strange Fantasies—but, this one is still in separate posts (unless you want to spend $.99 at Amazon :-)

Oh, the image for this post is a word cloud of Notes from An Alien—95 words that show up at least three times in the book—(the bigger the word the more times it was used)

O.K., back to working on my next book………

Something for Your Heart To Think About . . .

My Best Friend often surprises me—in the most delightful ways… 


Image courtesy of David Vives Coll ~

She’s an author and immensely empathetic

There are things I do that affect her far beyond what I suspect

Today she sent me a Gift that I must share with you—whether you’re a Reader, Writer, Publisher, or some other amazing kind of person :-)

Before I pass on the Gift (which is the video below), let me introduce Coleman Barks, lauded interpreter of the poet Rumi, “considered by many to be the Shakespeare of the ancient Islamic world”.

And, here is the poem, read by Coleman in the video, that my Best Friend sent me


How does a part of the world leave the world?
How can wetness leave water?

Don’t try to put out a fire
by throwing on more fire!
Don’t wash a wound with blood!

No matter how fast you run,
your shadow more than keeps up.
Sometimes, it’s in front!

Only full, overhead sun
diminishes your shadow.

But that shadow has been serving you!
What hurts you, blesses you.
Darkness is your candle.
Your boundaries are your quest.

I can explain this, but it would break
the glass cover on your heart,
and there’s no fixing that.

You must have shadow and light source both.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.

When from that tree, feathers and wings sprout
on you, be quieter than a dove.
Don’t open your mouth for even a coo.

When a frog slips into the water, the snake
cannot get it. Then the frog climbs back out
and croaks, and the snake moves toward him again.

Even if the frog learned to hiss, still the snake
would hear through the hiss the information
he needed, the frog voice underneath.

But if the frog could be completely silent,
then the snake would go back to sleeping,
and the frog could reach the barley.

The soul lives there in the silent breath.

And that grain of barley is such that,
when you put it in the ground,
it grows.

Are these enough words,
or shall I squeeze more juice from this?
Who am I, my friend?

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If Poetry Is Dead, So Am I . . .

This post is about poetry but I need to get to that subject by asking you to take notice of my on-going survey to discover what You  want to see on this blog.

So far, there are 76 votes and the top selection is a desire to know more about my writing life.

I’m extremely certain (but would be fascinated to be proven wrong) that the top response will change when more folks vote

My writing life, right now, is full of blogging four days a week, writing a new Fantasy Short Story every Friday, editing about 40 posts from Behind The Scenes into an expansion of my short novel, Notes from An Alien (still Free), and preparing to write a second book of poetry ( the first book of poetry is also free :-)

Oh! I also pen some verse every Monday to read at the Poetry Slam at Raglan Shire in the virtual world Second Life

While there are pundits who brazenly attempt to demonstrate that poetry is dead, there are plenty of articles defending the idea that poetry is very much alive

I only have 18 posts on this blog about poetry, a mere 2.2%.

Does such a low percentage mean I think it’s of lesser importance than my fiction?

Hell no—my second book of poetry will be a distillation of what I’ve managed to learn in my nearly seven decades of life in this body that’s driven by a soul

The first proposed etymology of the word “soul” ends with “of uncertain origin”.

That uncertain origin of the word soul seems to hint at the purpose of poetry, which I could characterize as helping us discover those feelings and thoughts that seem to hover just far enough beyond our conscious minds that they can often feel like something we just don’t have time enough to consider seriously

Let me demonstrate with one of my poems:

In the beginning,
I rush towards
Reunion—my inner
Eye spies a
Gleam that
Dazzles into
Words that

Far short…

I wrote that poem about my attempts at writing poetry

What could that Reunion I seek be?

What is that Dazzling Gleam?

Why do the words feel like they fall short?

It’s been said that poetry is the form of writing that expresses the unexpressible

Perhaps another example would help:

Heat; opposing
Passions—space is time and
Time is lost.
Blood should flow and
Brains should shatter—
Heart is dead but beats in

What are the passions producing such heat?

How could space be time and what made me lose time?

What’s with the figurative reference to blood and brains?

And that last line, Heart is dead but beats in Pain:

Ever felt your heart is dead?

Painful feeling, eh?

If you’re someone who loves poetry, my questions might be interesting

If you feel you can do without poetry in your life, those questions will, hopefully, encourage you to reconsider—perhaps explore a bit—familiarize yourself with the valuable attempt to express your unexpressibles

I’ll leave you with a poem by William Wordsworth, written in the early 1800s but, to me, powerfully applicable in our excessively materialistic culture:

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

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