There
are different components to the writing anatomy which creates Queen of
Spades—part passion of a poet and cadence of a storyteller.
Since
the age of eleven, Queen of Spades' blood flowed with the rush of ideas
that dripped in a rhythm inundated with stanzas. She first debuted as a
presenter/poet in the collective, Soulful Branches: Words and Sounds. Other poetic writes include Reflections of Soul, the Eclectic collection, Spaded Truths: Themes and Proclamations, Private Pain: Amidst these Ashes, and Spaded Truths 2: Life-O-Suction. In addition, Queen was a contributing writer in the April 2014 poetry collection Words of Fire and Ice, along with taking part in The Sea of Conscience and Waves to Light, both by M.J. Holman.
Reflections of Soul was selected as one Koobug’s top books. Private Pain: Amidst These Ashes hit the Amazon Bestseller List in three categories—Contemporary Poetry, Women’s Poetry, and Biographical Fiction.
Shortly
thereafter, Queen of Spades’ desire for storytelling took spotlight
alongside its poetic counterpart. Her first independent short story
“Taint on Religion” debuted May 2014. Two other stories “Mr. Bradley’s
Garden” and “When Summer Lingers” were first in the June 2014 collection
Summer Shorts II: Best Kept Secrets prior to being released on their own.
The short story anthology Continuous Drips
received distinction as an Amazon Best Selling Book and showcased the
stories “Misfortune”, “Afro Shock”, and “Útil”. She also appeared in All
Authors Publishing House’s 1st short story anthology, Concordant Vibrancy: Unity with her piece “The Authentic Snap.”
Some
say Queen of Spades is a Poet of the People. Others label her a Life
Writer. One thing remain constant in her delivery, whether it’s a poem
or a story—it touches each individual in a sovereign way that lingers
well after the diction is complete.
While the first Concordant Vibrancy focused on individual
concepts of unity, Vitality
encouraged introspection to project what each writer considered a driving
force. It did take a bit of time for me to come up with what I wanted to write,
since there are many facets that can drive my spirit. Therefore, I had to hone
the one which never wavered for me, inject it in the veins of the main
character, and build the foundation to “Operation Restore”.
Excerpt:
I slid the bronze key into the keyhole. It did the familiar
slight stick before complying with what I wanted. I stepped inside the house
then paused, remembering the trick to avoid the disaster between key and knob.
The shiny knob was gripped with one hand while the other hand did one, two,
three quick jiggles prior to removal. A satisfying exhale leaked between my top
and bottom lip as I closed and locked the back door.
While walking from room to room, pain and disgust put
grooves in my normally calm demeanor. Disruption was in a number of spaces—a
combination of torn and soiled clothing, neglected literature, and bundles of
trash. One would easily surmise that a natural disaster of epic proportions had
caused havoc in the historic house I once labeled home.
Yet, this was the work of one person. Matilda. Even
in our union, she was not the cleanest of people. However, the least she
could have done was left some type of structure. Perhaps Matilda was sending a
message—a reminder of what our affair diminished into before she delivered its
ending.
All of this muck simply would not do! This had to be put in order … at least as close as possible before I made my presence here years ago.
All of this muck simply would not do! This had to be put in order … at least as close as possible before I made my presence here years ago.
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