red sun setting...

it was the time

of white stars shining

the spring of the deep forest dent

when sadness settled in

like the gods' seven signs

and the screaming storms

filled the canyons tall

                                                      and the deer ran wild
                                                      and the buffalo roamed
it was the time
of the red sun setting
the summer of all hell bent
when sorrow sprang up
through the orange trumpet vine
and the bleeding clouds
filled the rivers red
                                                      and the deer ran wild
                                                      and the buffalo roamed
it was the time
of red leaves falling
the autumn of anguish
when agony rolled in
like a cancer’s sick slime
and the blistering hail
filled the white devils’ pail
                                                     and the deer ran wild
                                                     and the buffalo roamed
it was the time
of the pale moon rising
the winter of discontent
when grief reigned down
on the green mountain pine
and the howling winds
filled the barren skies
                                                   and the deer ran wild
                                                   and the buffalo roamed
it was the time
the time of                                 white stars shining
                                                   pale moon rising
                                                   red leaves falling
                                                   red sun setting
it was the time
the time when                           white on red maliciously tread
                                                  red on red no longer bred
                                                  red and red no longer red
and the
red son met                               the spring of the deep forest dent
                                                  the summer all hell bent
                                                  the autumn of anguish
                                                  the winter of discontent
and the red sun set

it was the time
the red sun set                         and the deer no longer ran wild
                                                 and the buffalo roamed no more
it was the time
of the red son
                                                 no more
and the red sun
set
.

 

night song...

night songs sung in
blue velvet time
seas open wide
their cryin’ eyes
washin’ away
lost love’s grime
as hands reach out
in languished love
and love burns down
to chared remains
nothin’s the same
without
you

.

.

.

i will forget you...

i will forget you

i will forget you
every morning as the sun forgets to shine
i will forget you
every night as the stars forget to sparkle
and i will forget you
as the moon forgets to rise in blue velvet
i will forget you

i will forget you
then

.

.

.

the dance...

and cranes took flight
to the morning light

and the red sun shone
o’er the mountains steep
strands of love

cut from the skein

 and the pale moon rose
o’er the jungle deep
a white rhino
glistenin’ in the rain

 

and the tin stars froze
in their slumber keep
as flamingos pranced
in silent campaign

and the night winds sang
in shades of blue
threadin’ their kites
in silver dew

and i kissed the day
your lips came to stay

and we danced
the dance
of love’s
last

chance

.

.

.

THE BLUE JAR - TO BE RELEASED BY PLUM TREE BOOKS

After a party, sixteen-year-old Fran accepts a ride from Chesnie's brother, and her life changes forever.  She leaves her parents and her boyfriend to live with her best friend's grandmother at the edge of a woods.  In the woods, the girls practice a secret ritual to exorcise the memory of what happened that night.  Would the magic work?  Maybe, but not in the way either girl expected.  Fran must do battle not only with her own demons but with Chesnie's also, as she tries to forget that fateful ride home.  But Fran still wants to keep her best friend, even as Chesnie becomes obsessed with revenge.

This first book of Ms. Pelrine-Bacon, The Blue Jar, a young adult novel, is scheduled for release by Plum Tree Books in October 2013.

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Marta Pelrine-Bacon writes modern fairy tales and makes art from the printed pages of those tales.  

Where Marta grew up - on a long stretch of road in central Florida - her father told her a witch lived in the abandoned house under a cluster of punk trees, and moss and hot air balloons carried Santa's elves overhead.  Their own house faced a lake big enough for an island in the middle where blackbirds settled for the sunset.  For her, Florida was a perfect place to develop an interest in sharp objects and shadowy places.  She says that is why she writes stories with odd twists, turns and edges.

She was born in the Sunshine State.  Her maternal grandmother moved there in the 1920s.  Her father moved there in 1959.  That's hardly any history at all.  Except in Florida, that's a lot!  But she left home at 17 to study English and writing in Indiana, and she followed that with her Master's Degree from Kent State University.  To see something else of the world, she joined the Peace Corps and taught English in Bulgaria for two years.  One way or another, she has always written and made art.

According to Marta, she writes because stories well up in her brain.  She would go mad if she didn't let them out.  While her past inspires her stories, her stories are not her past, and she is not her characters.  Characters come to her in images, and she writes to discover why they are doing what they do.  

If you take a look at her art, all the words in the pictures you see are from her novels and stories.  The images are not representational of the writing but are images she likes and finds compelling, and perhaps the images capture the mood of the words.

The author/artist also works with other people's words.  She created a CD cover and insert art for John Zainea and the Mania's album, Summer of One-Thousand Seeds, using the lyrics and notes.  She has also used favorite poems or words in other made-to-order pieces and pieces for fundraisers.  Her work has been shown three times over three years at Genuine Joe's Coffee House in Austin and two years at Art City Austin.  It has appeared in Onomatopoeia Mazagine and has been featured over at 7 Impossible Things Before Breakfast.  NPR's series "In Character" selected a short piece on her love of Dorothy Gale, and a fairy tale she wrote appeared in the May 2011 issue of Scheherezade's Bequest.  One of her flash fiction pieces appeared in the online journal 50 to 1.  Currently, Ms. Pelrine-Bacon is the graphics artist/illustrator for Plum Tree Books.

Art, Marta believes, can be made anywhere by anyone.  Make something.  She also believes in writing whether or not anyone is reading.  But if you are reading, she thanks you!

Marta will soon finish chemo treatment and embark on the adventures of being post-cancer.  For 17 years, she has lived and continues to live happily every after with her husband, son and three dogs in Texas.

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