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January 2, 2016
Podcast - Christmas story 2015

My apologies to anyone reading this who is a red head.
My double apologies to anyone who is both a red head and a stepchild.
If that is the case, then, wow, all I can say is wow. Please accept my offering of this Christmas story as recompense for any perceived unkindness in my words - or for the fact that you are a red-headed stepchild.
Published on January 02, 2016 16:19
October 19, 2015
Positive Review - Folded Pages Distillery
Dream Ender got a positive review on Folded Pages Distiller. Here is a part of the review:

. . . C.K. Edwards is one of my favorite self-published authors and this book is a great representation of what he is capable of. I found the amount of action and romance to balance each other well. The plot line was engaging and the character building strong. It was hard to put down, especially with the cliff hanger endings Edwards uses for his chapter breaks. I became genuinely invested in each of the characters and found Vincent to be a great protagonist who drove the story forward, always doing something and never stagnant. It was interesting to think about what our world could really be like if dreams, nightmares, became reality.
Published on October 19, 2015 07:46
September 30, 2015
Library fun
Do the two words in the title above sound like an oxymoron? Stop reading then, please.
However, if library and fun always go together in your mind, please consider the following for this evening's entertainment:
Author C.K. Edwards at Eagle Mountain Public LibraryTopic - Getting Started On Your Book
Give me a chance to ruin your opinion of library fun FOREVER!

However, if library and fun always go together in your mind, please consider the following for this evening's entertainment:
Author C.K. Edwards at Eagle Mountain Public LibraryTopic - Getting Started On Your Book
Give me a chance to ruin your opinion of library fun FOREVER!
Published on September 30, 2015 15:03
September 18, 2015
A poem not about rocks
Warm in my bed.Layer on layer separateshut me from the cold air of my room,insulate the bare skin I've shed towhile heard in the kitchen, after hours,consequent flesh of my flesh whiles an hour to midnightwith waiting wolfor lamb.I will know with no harm doneor blood blotting her sifted snow.
Eavesdrop I, tally seconds to a witching hour,wounding with doubt if lamb he proves,but cooling carcasses, fur scarlet-stained in a drifttrump what grievance I give.
Alone in my layers, count 60 then again.12 to come and see her wholebut the dark will come again, the cold, andI'll retreat to layers and let her live,
unearth the wolf or lamb.
Eavesdrop I, tally seconds to a witching hour,wounding with doubt if lamb he proves,but cooling carcasses, fur scarlet-stained in a drifttrump what grievance I give.
Alone in my layers, count 60 then again.12 to come and see her wholebut the dark will come again, the cold, andI'll retreat to layers and let her live,
unearth the wolf or lamb.
Published on September 18, 2015 21:19
September 6, 2015
A poem not about pigs
line leaving pen,metaphorical blood flowalong arm thru hand from fingerup at once and end in methis line draining or filling,more me or lesswords with thought their anchor,held now here,best here,true here,blood and ink now
after Arial.
after Arial.
Published on September 06, 2015 20:12
August 28, 2015
Thinking about serial killers
Next book I start is probably going to be a YA. Most likely a Pocket Hole three. After that I think I'll start a book where one of the main characters is a serial killer. That makes sense, right? Anyways, I have been thinking about serial killers a little.
waterthe basefoundation, substancesuch source and beginningwhere the end can be anything.
water sack ruptured,puddle on floor and spray on walls,and water is all . . . or most.Mostly water.
you your walk last nightsome park, your inadequate dog leashedmore mostly waternow a world water redblood by any other namespilt today and encouraged first.
this my springboard diveto oceans envisionedsea I see and will createyour sack and your sack and your sack.
the taste now on my tonguewater wells
I am coming.
waterthe basefoundation, substancesuch source and beginningwhere the end can be anything.
water sack ruptured,puddle on floor and spray on walls,and water is all . . . or most.Mostly water.
you your walk last nightsome park, your inadequate dog leashedmore mostly waternow a world water redblood by any other namespilt today and encouraged first.
this my springboard diveto oceans envisionedsea I see and will createyour sack and your sack and your sack.
the taste now on my tonguewater wells
I am coming.
Published on August 28, 2015 22:36
August 19, 2015
Poem # something
past weakness is forever weakness,pebbles lodged in remembered time,a snag not foothold,a hidden hook in foliage,wedged stone,scum stirred to the surface,clear water clouded,potable then remembered filth,remembered error,remembered hurt,
forever sullied.
forever sullied.
Published on August 19, 2015 20:05
July 20, 2015
Dream Ender free for a day

Read more than just every other word in a sentence you idiot.
Published on July 20, 2015 15:16
July 6, 2015
Shadow and Shade the paperback (giveaway)

Go to this link for my Amazon giveaway for a chance to win Shadow and Shade, the first book in the Without Mother Without Father trilogy.
Your chances of winning might be better than your chance of meeting Louis Tiffany the next time you attend the Antiques Road Show (good odds, actually, because he's dead).
Published on July 06, 2015 06:00
July 1, 2015
Uno (not the game) days left for free Pocket Hole

Published on July 01, 2015 06:00