Author: authortmharris

Tonia Marie Harris resides in south-central Illinois with her husband, three children, and three rescue animals. She lives happily (albeit frantically) among chaos, poetry, and books. Her muse is a cross-dressing goblin with a penchant for rum and Kafka novels. She is Vice President of WME Community Works, a non-profit organization that spearheaded the recent development of a grassroots library that serves her village and the surrounding communities. Tonia find inspiration helping children of all ages discover, or rekindle, their love for literature and learning. Where there are stories and children, there is magic. Where there is magic and a safe place for dreaming, there is love. Poetry is where her heart and truth reside and her latest venture involves bringing verse to the public in all its intimacy. She types personalized poetry on a vintage typewriter, wherein she delivers her poem to its recipient the old-fashioned way (snail mail), or can be found spinning verse at art and music festivals and local establishments. In addition to free verse, Tonia writes flash fiction and the occasional fairy tale. Her work has appeared in an artisan magazine, Flash Fiction Magazine, and various anthologies. Chocolate is her kryptonite. You can connect with Tonia on Twitter @TMarieHarris, or on her website, http://vintagesoulpoetry.wordpress.com.

Works In Progress

lost dialogues

The above is a contender for the cover design of a collection of poems I hope to publish in the spring of 2018. My emotions canvass everything from fear to exaltation to giving into this luminous desire I have to share this collection of approximately thirty-five poems.

I began writing the poems in the summer of 2015 and they reflect a time when I explored my depression, attempted to find grace in the void. What I brought back with me surprises me now as I edit them- I didn’t know I was grieving a loss of self, then finding that self again and loving her. The poems reveal pain, but what surfaces are glints of hope and wholeness. That’s the answer to “why now?”- this connection. The possibility that these poems may well be a gift, a balm, my own offering of light.

Here’s a sample from one of the poems: ldop1

 

In addition, I finished the first draft of The Education of Sugar Girl, a coming-of-age verse novel about a Maggie Collin’s struggles after her father goes to prison, leaving her responsible for holding herself, her mother, and her three young siblings together. Maggie makes the choice to pick up where her father left off – slinging drugs. What’s important to me about this story are the questions- how far would you go to save your family, even if it meant turning away from everything you ever thought you stood for?

Also in the works:

 

Outlining a series of books for middle-grade readers tentatively titled The Goblin Chronicles.

Outlining a dark fantasy series titled The Kingdom of Dark Things.

And yes, I’m playing with the idea of writing these in verse as well. There’s something about writing in poetic/verse form that helps me cut to the quick of the thing.

Share your thoughts in the comments! I’m about to embark on an adventure and your support is appreciated. Thank you!

Women of a Certain Age

800px-Another_Full_MoonIt comes on like the summer

you had your first period . This small moment when

all of a sudden

you realize you’re a woman, not a girl.

Those sanguine roles of youth are no longer yours

and it’s setting a weight down. Learning to dance

from the balls of your feet up.

Standing barefoot in the moonlight tasting your need

to howl in the back of your throat.

 

Letting it loose because you don’t give a fuck.