We’re back with Virtual Book Tours Member, Mark Bradley. This gifted young poet will answer a few questions for us:
1. What was your self-publishing experience?
I feel a little ambiguous about self-publishing after my experience. I was pleased with the production, but because I'm not a good self-promoter, I haven't gotten the results I was hoping to get. For example, I've really only sold books to my friends and acquaintances, and their friends.
2. What steps have you taken to promote your books?
Other than the website and passing word through my creative writing groups I belong to, I personally haven't done much in promoting. If I could do it over again, I would have gotten an agent to help me with that.
3. I really like your poem, "I Lost My Appetite." It seems like it would come from someone who has been in a very long relationship. What prompted you to write it?
The inspiration is a funny one. In a writing class I took, we had to write a poem in which two people communicate without even speaking. I wanted to put a humorous spin on it and have the man just not get it.
4. I also like the poem, "The Last Chivalrist." What prompted you to write about chivalry?
I've always been a fan of chivalry, having grown up reading tales about chivalrous knights and such. At some point I thought about how it's not common today to see behavior like that, so that inspired the poem.
And, now for the two wonderful poems mentioned above:
I Lost My Appetite
copyright 2008 Mark C. Bradley
No words have been spoken,
since the waiter left our table,
but among the din of
forks and knives clattering against plates
and the silence between,
an entire conversation ensues.
Her foot whispers to my ankle,
asking it to pass along a message to my hand
so it would sneak under the table to return the favor.
She must be drowsy;
her eyelashes keep fluttering, and
she leans into her hand, gazing at me,
dream-like, as when I first met her years ago.
The sauce from her pasta must be sticking to her lips,
for she licks them every so often,
so I hand her a napkin,
not looking her back in the eye.
She tugs her neckline downward, her face aflush.
The candles are giving off too much heat,
so I douse them with my spoon.
The air reeks of burnt wax.
I need some fresh air,
so I drop my napkin onto my plate and
leave my wife alone.
The Last Chivalrist
copyright 2006 Mark C. Bradley
Nobody ever throws their coat
over a puddle anymore,
nor do moonlit serenades reach a woman's ear.
Who champions a lady and defends her honor now?
The armor, kept long locked away
in closets hidden from sight,
doesn't shine like it used to.
Besides, maidens don't like to see tarnish anyway,
so I go off to rescue my damsel
in plain clothes, unlike the suitors that woo her
with their fancy vestments and shiny adornments.
I know the real valor lies in the heart underneath
where true chivalry is not dead after all.
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Thank you, Mark. It's been a pleasure hosting you this tour. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.
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