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Hello. My name is Jesse Lynn Rucilez, and I’m a writer from Reno, Nevada. When I’m not working, my life revolves around literature, film, and music. Hopefully, one day my passions will be the core of my existence, rather than mere recreation.
People often ask me what I write. Unfortunately, my fiction doesn’t fit into any specific genre. Thus far, I’ve written about everything from giant evil teddy bears, suicidal junkies, porn stars, and witchcraft, to living alien technology; all with a character driven, literary bent. From here on I plan to write futuristic thrillers, dystopian satire, space opera, fantasy, and superhero novels. I like to blend genres, so everything will have a touch of humor, romance, and action.
Whatever it takes to tell the best story I can.
Be warned, however, that my writing is ferocious. I won’t ever massage your brain. My intent is always to grab you by the throat and not let go until you’ve read the last line. I want to make you laugh. Make you cry. Make you love. Make you hate. Make you envy. Make you pity. Make you angry. Make you morose. I want to entertain, of course, but, most of all, I want to make you think.
That’s the power of good writing.
Thus, far I’ve self-published six books of my own, and I’ve gotten several short stories published in various online and print lit-mags. You can check out all of my work on my Official Author Page @ https://jlrucilez.wordpress.com/2017/01/09/jesse-lynn-rucilez-author-page/
Thanks for reading, and thank you to All Amateur for the invite.
Take a look inside 🙂
Blasting beyond all coherent thought
Making you forget hurt that was wrought
By you breathing air that was sought
Chased, but never caught
But in the end it all comes to naught
There is a pause, a hesitation. Perhaps this time, the mind holds sway over the heart. The pulse quickened and the butterflies take flight.
No more diving headlong into whatever will be, will be. Contemplation and restraint bring some order to the chaos.
Less falling all over the place, stumbling over old, familiar feelings. It is easier to see more clearly, the truth hiding in the unknown.
Offering a clear conscience, regarding choices made. Good, bad, or indifferent. New beginning or old habits, there is clarity.
I enjoy playing with cinquain poetry from time to time. The rules are simple in an American cinquain. Line one, 2 syllables, line 2 gets 4 syllables, line 3 you need 6 syllables, line 4 it’s 8 syllables, and the 5th line is back to two syllables.
I do on occasion use a more colorful language, so please forgive me that, ahead of time.
Girl my old friend
How are you, I am fine
Do you recall the love we shared
You will find it
How much do you require
Take the whole thing it won’t expire
About what now
Always the same it seems
Your wants over the best for us
Is what she said
After finding the one
She can no longer live without
I call her that
In our time of passion
With the lights low or anywhere
Can you say it
You loved her first without failing