Monthly Archives: February 2012

Announcing – John D. Kenworthy Blog Tour


I am SO excited to be one of the upcoming stops on Mr. Kenworthy’s blog tour. John D. Kenworthy is the author of “The Missionary and the Brute,” a thriller you must read if you haven’t already, available on This Thursday he will be joining us here, on my blog, to give us a sneak peek to the upcoming prequel to “The Missionary and the Brute” so please stop by and join us. Although “The Missionary and the Brute” is his first novel, he masterfully takes the reader on a journey of suspense and thrills, reveals unexpected moments of tenderness, intertwined with scenes of pure eroticism and then without warning he ingeniously pulls out a twist you won’t see coming.

Please join us here Thursday to learn more about Mr. Kenworthy and to get a sneak peek at the upcoming prequel to “The Missionary and the Brute.”

Take Me Down


Sheila Pierson


 Verse 1

Show me the ways of your world

Let me be your loving girl 

Take me down with your love

Take me all the way to you



When I’m with you I come undone

Forgetting the damage of the past

I give into everything

You say this time we’ll last

When the sun rises tomorrow

And your kiss is on my brow

I’ll remember all your promises

You’ll convince me somehow


Verse 2

If granted time on this earth

We’ll learn if we’ve got worth

Take me down with your love

Take me all the way to you



Kiss me, hold me

Ah, something along those lines

Let’s dream ‘til we remember

We don’t own our own lives


Chorus repeats




A Note to My Lover


By Sheila Pierson
Drizzling, seeping, meandering through
Oozing like honey, sticky and slow
Reach for me and I’ll reach for you
This is the love of the tried and true
It whispers secrets in unknown places
It reaches beyond the bounds of right
It forwards its courage and bound by its nature
It grants unlimited treasures of delight
Feeling, listening, reaching for grace
With every touch it grips and deepens
You’ll touch me and then we’ll taste
The flavors of passion, an unending embrace
Claim me now with confident hands
Claim me, as only you can know
Claim me with lovers’ silence and screams
Claim me in my very soul

The Ghosts of 1964


by Sheila R Pierson


The ghosts of 1964 are coming ‘round tonight

Ain’t no one gonna keep them down

When three in Mississippi die


It was supposed to be the Freedom Summer

Three guys working in the South

Chaney, Goodman and Schwerner


Edgar Killen went looking to rid the world of their kind

They got no business in his town

No room for a black man’s rights


A Baptist preacher and member of the KKK

Venom spewing from his mouth

He believed in the Word, he’d say


Trial of his peers, 11-1 favored his conviction

One woman couldn’t condemn a preacher

I wonder, she sleep without a prescription?


41 years to the day of their deaths, a hell of a lot of time

Waiting to see him sitting in a cell

For the depth and pain of his crime?


The ghosts of 1964 will make Killen pay a price

Years passed by their deaths

But Killen’s gonna lose this fight


Cause one day…he’s gonna die.



“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” – George Santayana


Challenge to My Readers – Free Kindle book offer!


Here’s the scoop: Mr. Jerry Guarino, author of Café Stories has a special offer for my readers! The first five (5) of you to figure out his not-so-hidden riddle in The Waiting Room will receive a FREE Kindle edition copy of his book Café Stories.

The Waiting Room is a short short story. For those of you unfamiliar with Mr. Guarino he is quite an imaginative writer, even though he is fairly new to the writing scene. By his own admission he’s somewhat of a late bloomer but that hasn’t stopped him from putting out over 40 stories, published in over a dozen magazines in the U.S. and internationally and published his first book available on via Kindle called Café Stories. He also has another book planned for debut this year.

The Waiting Room is a very quick, fun, but spooky read that I am sure you will enjoy. Here’s the catch – there’s a bit of a riddle in this story. The riddle is subtle but easy, once you know what it is. I won’t leave you any major hints here, but I will say that the author’s son is the only person who caught it. I did finally get it but I had to pry two hints from Mr. Guarino to finally discover it. Once I did, I had to laugh out loud because it was so easy! I have included the link to the story below, but first let me share with you the lengths I went to in order to find and solve the riddle.

I made a flow chart that was something like this:


Name of character



Location of story



Time frame of story – how it eludes to another era

My flow chart actually included a great deal more detail about the character, time and location. I turned all the components I considered significant on end, evaluated and re-evaluated. You are welcome to do the same, although you will discover that it isn’t necessary unless you enjoy making things complicated, like I do!  One tiny personal hint from me is that one of the components in my flow chart is significant.

Okay – the challenge is issued. The first five of you to figure it out will receive a FREE Kindle edition of Café Stories by Jerry Guarino from the author himself! You must email me at with your answer.  Happy riddling…


The link to the story is:

Do NOT leave your answer in the comments section of this post. Contact me at

Please also peruse Mr. Guarino’s website at for more information about this author, a really nice guy by the way!

It’s All About Interpretation


 by Sheila R. Pierson

It’s all about interpretation – I wrote a song with this phrase in it one time. How one interprets what they read or see can make all the difference in their reaction, if they have one at all. When I was a young child immersed in a very strict religion, I was raised to believe that if you had sexual relations with another person you had to marry them…or burn (in hell) based on the scripture 1 Corinthians 7:8,9 King James Version. This led a lot of young, God-fearing folk down the aisle of a broken marriage before they could blink. It turns out this particular scripture can also mean it is better to marry than to “burn with passion,” giving a whole new meaning to the scripture. I bring this up to merely make the point that interpretation can make all the difference.

I wrote the poem “Truth” a few years ago while living in Memphis, TN. It was Black History Month and I looked out across a field and saw it covered in tiny stalks of a white flower I didn’t recognize, but on a grand scale it made me think of a field of cotton – something I am all too familiar with in the areas I have lived all my life. I posted the aforementioned poem a month ago on my blog, but wondered if anyone interpreted the meaning I aimed to imbue it with. Here we are in Black History Month 2012 and I would like to revisit it, if you will indulge me and allow me to give the meaning behind the madness in my mind.


Flying spiders, upright toads

Whimsical fairies, the mind implodes

Shadows flee or perhaps they chase

The sun that shines over such disgrace.

An open wound that drains disease –

Don’t Read My Mind If You Please!

Cotton stalks, the smell is rich

Of crosses hot and black flesh

Which will burn or hang if chosen by

White sheets tonight living high

The wind will carry through the leaves

Stories of old and dreams of these –

Hasten to capture the Truth of just one

Be wary of those who say there is none.

The first two lines: the inconceivable, something disgustingly impossible, an implied segue to the upcoming lines in the poem.

The next two reference such things as disgraceful and hard to look upon. I call these ‘an open wound that drains disease,’ attempting to acknowledge that I know such horrors may actually be possible but the next line “don’t read my mind if you please’ is asking the reader to not assume too much about me, the author; don’t assume I condone such horrors when I resolutely do not.

The next few lines are more easily interpreted: “Cotton stalks, the smell is rich of crosses hot and black flesh which will burn or hang if chosen by white sheets tonight living high.” This is an out and out admission of the severe injustices that have happened in the South by those who hide under the cover of darkness and white robes. 

Following this is an intention to challenge the reader to believe and acknowledge the truth of this; that when you hear the stories of the very people who were forced to use separate water fountains and weren’t allowed to sit where they wanted, go where they wanted and yes suffered physical and bodily harm to afford themselves the same rights as everyone else, don’t doubt them! For God’s sake, listen to them and learn from them. Take your new wisdom and spread it to others. And yes, the phrase “dreams of these” is in reference to Martin Luther King, Jr.

Lastly, when someone (and there’s always someone) doubts the truth of these things, remember the last line of my poem and “be wary of those who say there is none.”

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