Night Owl Reviews loved Disintegrate!


“I loved this fast paced YA story and I couldn’t put it down.

There was plenty of suspense that kept me turning the pages frantically as I was trying to figure out if they were going to be alright when they discovered that someone was after them. I loved their relationship together and I wanted them to be there for each other no matter what it involved. I’m new to this author and her writing, but she has made a new fan in me now.”






To read an excerpt, click here.

  • Young Adult, Paranormal, Suspense, Romance
  • Word Count: 51,000
  • Published By: Evernight Teen


Emily just wanted a normal life: a boyfriend, college, two parents who loved her. Instead, her dad disappeared when she was fourteen and her life at college is anything but ordinary.

When you can manipulate matter like putty and you have no idea why, how do you pretend to be like everyone else? What happens when you meet a guy who has the same powers? Do you trust him to help you find the answers you need?

Emily desperately wants to believe that Jax can help, but the stakes grow higher than she’d ever expected: someone is after them and they’re not afraid to use violence to get what they want.


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How to break everything electronic


For the first time in my life, I managed to make enough money writing to buy myself a new computer (mostly because I didn’t have to buy food with the money). I didn’t need a new computer. I have a perfectly awesome desktop computer which has served me well (an iMac): namely, it enabled my writing, which enabled my ability to buy its smaller and sleeker sibling-a MacBook Air.

The laptop is incredible. I love it. It’s going to help me write more stuff, more often, more places, which is cool.

What’s not cool is the hideous technology fail in which I unwittingly embroiled my husband and I this weekend. See, I’ve been using computers since 1987. This means that not only do I have a million email accounts, I also have two Apple IDs. This has been driving me crazy for years. This weekend we tried to merge them (an impossibility, but moving all my shit to one iCloud/Apple ID was possible). It all went pretty smoothly, until our calendars refused to share.

My husband, who is an extremely awesome dude, spent several hours on the phone with Apple’s customer support. Now, you must understand, my husband DESIGNS software/hardware for a living. Usually, he makes electronic devices beg for mercy when they give us trouble, but this problem refused to go belly up. After hours on the phone and countless insane attempts at stabbing in the dark, we left the Apple folks stymied. They think it is a bug in iCloud and have passed on all our data to their engineers who will debug the issue.

Let me reiterate: I broke Apple’s iCloud.

They will be calling us back after they reprogram the world.

Anyway, through all this, I have to admit, Apple’s support was top-notch. They didn’t assume we had no idea how to turn on our stuff. They didn’t assume we broke our stuff by pouring coffee on it. They ASKED MY HUSBAND for advice about password storage. So, you know, that was kind of funny.

I still love my new laptop. Or netbook. Or ultra-whatever-the-heck you want to call it. I’m sitting on my dining room sofa composing this post and it’s cool, so, it’s doing its job brilliantly. My neck thanks me.


I am so happy to have a poem in the latest issue of Astropoetica along with some other fantastic writers:


Autumn Sky Poetry, the Art Issue, now live


The nineteenth issue of Autumn Sky Poetry is now online.

Read poems and enjoy art by Lia Brooks, Stephen Bunch & Dianne Wilson, Theresa Senato Edwards & Lori Schreiner, Heather Kamins, Jean L. Kreiling, Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda, David W. Landrum, Rick Mullin, Sandra Riley, Julia Klatt Singer, Kristin Roedell, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri, Janice D. Soderling, Paul Stevens, and Don Thackrey.

—It’s all about the poetry.

Christine Klocek-Lim, Editor

Whale Sound has two of my poems. . .

 . . . and Nic Sebastian’s voice is sublime as she reads them. Go, go, go listen:


Boulder Caves

I love this new project, Whale Sound. It’s introduced me to some fantastic work by poets I’d not read before, and listening to someone read them has illuminated the poems in a way that I didn’t expect. When I write a poem, I hear what it sounds like in my head, in my voice, and when I read it aloud, I try to preserve that emotion and sense of pacing. Listening to someone else read my poems is the ultimate test: did I succeed in conveying what I intended in that poem? Did I put enough space in between the imagery so that a reader can feel what I wanted as they read the poem?

My favorite poem at Whale Sound is He Calls Her Etsy by Karen Shubert. I love this poem. I love Nic’s voice as she reads this poem, the fragile wonder of love and sunlight that she manages to infuse within the lines. I can imagine the scene so clearly and then the last line devastates me. Listen and be amazed.

Thank you Nic, for your incredible contribution to the world of poetry. I am so very honored.

Poetry Book Blog Tour: Interview with Joanne Merriam

Yes, it’s part 5 of the Poetry Book Blog Tour! Today I interview Joanne Merriam:

Joanne Merriam is a supremely talented writer with books, prizes, and numerous publication credits to her name. She was nominated for the 2009 Dwarf Stars Award, winner of Asimov’s Science Fiction‘s Readers’ Awards for Best Poem of 2008, for “Deaths on Other Planets,” and First and Third place winner (respectively) of the Strange Horizons 2005 and 2004 Reader’s Choice Awards for Fiction.

Belinda Cooke explains Joanne’s poetry book, “The Glaze from Breaking,” thus: “She reminded me a lot of the early work of Boris Pasternak where the poet does not so much observe the natural world as fuse with it breaking down the boundaries between speaker and landscape… She also does clever things with sound… [and] has the odd image that manages to be both unusual and just right.”

On to the interview:
(CKL): Nearly twenty years ago, I visited the Morgan Library in Manhattan and saw Sylvia Plath’s crayon printed first attempts at poetry. Since then, I’ve always enjoyed reading the very early poems of poets. Have you saved any of your first attempts? 
(JM): I no longer have any of my very early work – I started writing when I
was eight and the earliest poems I have are from my very late teens.
Here’s one of them, written when I was 19 (also my earliest published
poem–after some stuff that appeared in a tiny local magazine which I
lost in one of my many moves–it was in the Spring 1996 issue of Feux
To be with you in the early hours of the evening is enough.
To watch your back and shoulders move under your shirt, to smilingly
feel your eyes on me is enough.
Yes, I want to feel your hands tangled in my hair, yes, I want to run
my fingers along the smooth soft skin of your wrists and arms, and
yes, I want to rake my calves over your calves.
But more than that I need only to observe you move across the room I’m in.
You don’t have to do anything.
It is enough to hear your low voice talk or laugh, or say my name,
and, not touching, while talking and laughing, to feel near me your
long lean warmth.
Here’s a very recent poem (published here
and written in April 2010):
Ah Inflorescence
         (after Walt Whitman’s ‘Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats’)
You’re an umbel–
your shoots; your loosenesses; your legs like pedicels;
eyes dark flat seeds screwed nearly shut against the light;
woodbine nerves; you seacoast angelica
(for what are your heteroflexible hands on my skin
but a flower moving, seeds drifting on a breeze?)–
when you finally touch me (my hands the dumbest of any)
(fingernails red petals on white sheets) I pluck you
(a cluster of flowers comes undone;
grinds into the ground)

(CKL): What changed in your work from the beginning to where you are now?
(JM): Well, obviously in the interim I lost my virginity.
I learned a lot about the craft of writing in my twenties, and am much
more comfortable now using metaphor and internal rhymes. I also
figured out somewhere along the way that line breaks are useful. I’m
more comfortable with interrupting my syntax and generally less
But more than that, my whole approach has changed. As much as my life
inescapably informs my work, I’m not drawing from autobiography in
quite the same way (and sometimes hardly at all, especially in my
science fiction poetry). “Enough” was a deeply personal poem for me
when I was 19, but while “Ah Inflorescence” is about a real person, I
didn’t write it to express emotions I couldn’t figure out how to
express outside my writing, or for therapy. When I was a teenager,
writing a poem was almost always a stand-in for having a real
conversation with a real person–it was safer and less messy, because
I didn’t have to deal with the other person at all. Now, although I
frequently write about my life, it’s not a replacement for
communicating with my loved ones.

(CKL): Why did you start writing?
(JM): Despite what I’ve just said, not for therapy. I started writing when I
was eight because I was (and am) a people-pleaser, and my grade three
teacher praised a poem I had written for class. It was a rhyming poem
called “Dryad Lake” and was very derivative of the Anne of Green
Gables books. I wish I still had a copy. My parents liked it too. I
liked pleasing all these adults, so I wrote some more. At some point I
fell in love with the actual process of writing and now I can’t stop.
I get really crotchedy if I go awhile without writing anything.

(CKL): Do you still like to write or is it a chore?
(JM): Both. It’s a chore which I enjoy. I like the mental stimulation, the
necessary extended focus, and the sense of accomplishment when I
complete something. I like being part of a conversation that’s bigger
than me.

(CKL): Do you write anything other than poetry?
(JM): Yes, I also write fiction, both literary and speculative (science
fiction, fantasy, horror). I’ve finished the first draft of a novel,
which needs catastrophic edits before it’ll be any good, and have
written a bunch of short stories, which have been published in places
like The Fiddlehead, Stirring and Strange Horizons. I’m also working
on a web comic with my roommate, who is an artist, but we haven’t
gotten to the point where anything is ready to post online.

(CKL): Was getting a book published what you expected?
(JM): Ha. Not even remotely. I had some kind of an idea that having a book
published would open doors for me, involve some small sort of
celebrity, make me into a real writer. It’s nice to be able to say I
had a book out when I tell people I’m a writer, but it really hasn’t
changed anything at all.
And the whole process was quite a bit of a struggle, as I had to do a
lot more marketing than I’d expected. Not that I didn’t expect to have
to market my work, because by 2005 when the book came out I knew
enough to know that publishers, especially poetry publishers, have
very little money. But I made the mistake of choosing a UK publisher
who had no North American distribution. Stride Books was otherwise
absolutely fantastic in every possible way; I just lived on the wrong
It also came out just after I immigrated to the US from Canada, and I
was in that dead period many immigrants face when you’re not allowed
to work in the country (lest you be deported), and you’re not allowed
to leave the country (or you’ll have to start the whole process over
again). So I had no money. My husband was working at a used car
dealership (you can read about his experience here:
and making just barely enough to keep us afloat. I didn’t have the
money for gas to drive to readings, let alone organize any sort of
promotional tour. What I had was time, and an internet connection, so
I did most of my marketing online, which was a great learning

See the rest of the week:
27 July: Jeannine hosts Christine (that’s me!)
28 July: Wendy hosts Mary
29 July: Mary hosts Jeannine
30 July: Christine hosts Joanne

I’ve updated my website: November Sky

I’ve updated my website, November SkyI’ve updated my bio page and my published work page. I also added poems written in 2010 and audio for a number of poems: AnaelCrescent moon with earthshineTwenty-year love poemFirst CrocusHow to photograph the heartZachary learns to swim,Cicadas, and Peace

Check it out!