Happy VICES FRIDAY! Today is the day tha

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Happy VICES FRIDAY! Today is the day that my novel is officially released! Thank you for all of your love and support through this process! Now the fun begins!

Purchase the e-book at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NU4KBIO

Your love and support will be the most awesome Birthday Gift Ever!

The hard copy is also available for $14.95 @ http://www.nayberrypublications.com/apps/webstore/products/show/5260316

You can also purchase the hard copy and have it shipped to you in time for the Cupcakes and Conversations event on November 8th in Montgomery. Register for this event at vicesbyjoiminer.eventbrite.com

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It’s my BIRTHDAY!!!! And all I ask of a

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It’s my BIRTHDAY!!!! And all I ask of all of you, my friends, is to share the information to my novel and, if you haven’t already, spend $2.99 on me today and purchase the e-book at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NU4KBIO

Today is the last day that it will be sold at this discounted rate!

Your love and support will be the most awesome Birthday Gift Ever!

The hard copy is also available for $14.95 @ http://www.nayberrypublications.com/apps/webstore/products/show/5260316

You can also purchase the hard copy and have it shipped to you in time for the Cupcakes and Conversations event on November 8th in Montgomery. Register for this event at vicesbyjoiminer.eventbrite.com

Thank you to Shani G. Dowdell and Nayberry Publications for making this possible!

Thank you all for helping make my dream a reality!
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Dark Sleep

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Our scent is

honeysuckle red

lotus blossom pure

languid

a rose in mid-June

like imperfections sprinkled dew on fine grass body hairs

lollipops and candy cane in Christmas stockings

sweet

honey just not as thick

flowing river wet and sticky

mud-colored the bed and body and body and bed and our bed meshed with our bodies in the glow of red

fertilized and fermenting in fluids for hours and days and days turned hours  and hours called years to come

and cum we did

and it looked like happy

flimsy like daffodils

and we lay there

intoxicated

until someone bottled us and our moment and our kisses and our memories and called it

© Joi Miner

As a writer, it is a necessity to have a

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As a writer, it is a necessity to have a community of other writers. You need someone to bounce ideas off of who understands the gibberish that you are speaking. You need someone who understands that voices in your head don’t mean you need medication. They mean you need pen, paper, and quiet. I am privileged to be surrounded by a group of awesomely talented writers who offer nothing but advice and support, most are from the Write-on Nanos group on Facebook. The rest are like minded people that I have stumbled upon in one way or another who share my passion for writing. One of the most supportive writers that I have met thus far has been Debbie Manber Kupfer! She interviewed all of the writers in our group’s charity anthology and even assisted me with a cover reveal of Vices not too long ago. I love her blog because it is filled with fun little factoids and she creates the coolest puzzles. My eldest Qadira loved the ebook of the P.A.W.S. series that I purchased her and is waiting for the next installment! Check out her blog at http://debbiemanberkupfer.wordpress.com/

Without further adieu, please take a gander at the cover for Debbie Manber Kupfer’s upcoming novel, Argentum!!!

Argentum is the thread that binds all magic.
When Merlin fashioned the first shapeshifter charms, he selected silver for his work.
The silver wand, the silver scrying bowl, the silver charms of the shapeshifters.
All contain the essence of argentum.

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The P.A.W.S. saga continues with
Argentum
Coming soon

50 Reasons Not To Date A Poet

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joiminer:

I love this!

Originally posted on Betty Generic:

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It may sound romantic, but in search of that elusive metaphor, poets can be somewhat  “eccentric.”

  1. If you date a poet everyone will think you are the jerk they are writing about.
  2. You will be the jerk they are writing about.
  3. They have an unnatural affection for book stores and office supply stores.
  4. They have deep conversations with Animals, Clouds, and Grecian Urns.
  5. Excessive use of  “poetry hands.”
  6. Excessive abuse of  “poetic licence.”
  7. Excessive use of  “melancholy.”
  8. Excessive use of  “dramatic emphasis.”
  9. They collect obscure words that have not been in circulation for at least 100 years or more.
  10. They insert these antediluvian words into conversations just to rebel.
  11. They think children’s books are sublime.
  12. They refuse to care where the remote is.
  13. All of their furniture are positioned around windows, for them to stare out for hours at a time.
  14. Your parents will think they are possessed.
  15. They are possessed.
  16. You…

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Morning After

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Does he

think differently

of me?

I contemplate

while feigning sleep

in his arms

fearing sunrise

because I might

not still be

baby come morn.

I cling to

the night

clutching our intimacies

as a childhood blanket

afraid to move

and give him a reason

to let go of me.

I need his held

to make me feel

that the consummation

of sexual tension

was not a mistake.

I did not just do the

same thing again

with a different partner

shorter in stature

and with a bit of a left lean.

Hope my

eagerness to consent

does not leave him

leaning to the side

that separates him from me

doesn’t stop digging my personality

cause he’s dug up in my person.

Hope the tension does not return

when the day breaks

more uncomfortable

than sexual this time

easing into clothes

not touching

or meeting eyes

as not to spark conversations

going nowhere.

Hope there

won’t be a notch on his headboard

wearing my initials

when he gets home

that I won’t spend the next week

or two

waiting by the phone

laying each night

in denial

of the message

that was

crystal clear

on the morning after.

© Joi Miner