This chapbook of poetry explores the dark side of love — what happens after the happily ever after. It is Erin Zarro’s second poetry chapbook from Turtleduck Press, following the release of Life as a Moving Target in December 2010. Click here for a poem from the chapbook. Buy the book from Amazon here, or the ebook for Kindle (software is free) here.
I have a problem. No, I mean…I have a Problem. A big problem. An I-need-a-12-step-program problem, only I wouldn’t go because I don’t want to recover. It’s fun. I like it. You see…I want to know everything. Ever. Oh, not gossip, or basketball scores, or how many hairs are on my arm–I want to know all the cool stuff. All of it. Did you know there are no rivers in the northern half of the Yucatán peninsula? The whole thing is karst! Local people access fresh water from the cenotes.
Love is a wonderful thing…most of the time. But sometimes, love goes bad. It becomes something horrible and wrong. It hurts more than it uplifts. It haunts you. It taunts you. It becomes a nightmare. I’ve been in love enough times to be intimately familiar with both sides, the dark and the light. The happy and the sad. The wrong (too many times) and the right (once). In fact, it took me 30 years to find The One after many near misses (one ill-fated engagement that ended badly and one actual marriage that was right at the time, but hurt too much to continue). I’m happy to report that I’m happy and I’m in a solid, healthy relationship with the best husband on the planet. It took me quite awhile to get here, and the journey is what lead me to write Without Wings, my second chapbook, which is releasing on April 1st.
They lurk, unseen, waiting for you. They can be anywhere. You can be sitting on the couch when one strikes. You can be walking down the street, at the store, in the shower, even in your own bed. Then, they strike.
I’m a writer, obviously, and I read blogs about the writing process. I’m also a knitter, and I read knitting blogs. Sometimes the two merge. For example, which one is this (telltale words omitted)? I love the starting process just as much as finishing the project – and for me, with too many projects started and not enough finishing taking place, I would not get the joy of the full experience of being a … . I would only experience the starting part, the finishing remaining a mystery.