Thank you to YOU

Thank you to everyone who thought my words were good enough to push the Follow button 🙂  This site started out as a personal page, only read by me 🙂

Thank you for believing in my words, Thomas Hill Publishing.

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Thank you to everyone who read …details… 🙂    (You’ll get the chance to download my book for FREE Dec.1)

Thank you to all the lit mags (online and print) that took a chance on my words 🙂


Just thank you for following my words and weirdness 🙂

Black Friday poetry prompt :)


Today is Black Friday, no getting away from it.  I know people that started getting ready for shopping at midnight!  Craziness!  I am NOT participating in that sport of pushing and shoving to get the best deals.

Plus yesterday was Thanksgiving, now it’s time for all that Christmas/holiday stuff.

Your prompt for today is very loose and open today:  Write a poem about

– Thanksgiving/being thankful


– shopping/Black Friday


– Christmas is almost here/Christmas/Hanukah/holidays

Thank you to ALL of YOU!

This page has almost 1,150 followers!  Wow!  Thank you to all the readers/lurkers who visit my page 🙂  I love all of you 🙂 I will be posting more of my poems here, (sometimes I post short poems and haikus on Twitter) PLUS poetry prompts on Fridays, places you can submit your own words and other interesting stuff for you 🙂 I know you had a choice of blogs to follow and I am very happy you chose to follow me!


a review of …details… from Frank Esposito at Poetry Pasta

Valeri Beers has a unique talent for capturing life. But what is most wonderful in her writing is her ability to take us effortlessly along into her journey. Like Alice, these poems etched by Valeri, bring us wondrously through her own glass into an experience that is totally unexpected.
  We see what she feels, what she holds dear, what she calls us to hear, to the moment it happens. She is not shy in her writing only sparse, her poems inviting us into a space never cluttered, always generous, so we have room to fill in the edges with our own fears and desires. She is not hesitant to share the shocks and whispers, cries and longings of her own humanity. Soon we find ourselves like a bird perched on a branch looking into a garden, pondering, bobbing our heads, at what oddly different beings are like, and thinking now I understand.
  Sometimes a steadfast fist, other times a slacking wrist, her prose rallies us almost magically into insights and epiphanies. We become like her, watchers through a screen door.