Writing Grimdark, Poetry, and Something About Pillars!

This interview was with the wonderful Katie Salidas and Jason LaVelle on the Spilling Ink podcast.  We had a great time discussing my books and my love of poetry.

For those interested, I have been writing poetry for at least two decades now, and have found ways to incorporate my poetic voice into my novel writing.  This is something that I believe sets me apart as an author in the world of novels.  The depth and beauty of the scenes I create really are those rare moments in time when everything slows down and we find ourselves lost in it.

Thanks for joining me, and for watching this podcast.  Be sure to check out both Katie and Jason’s work as well, as each are wonderful authors of some amazing work.

As always, thanks for stopping by, and do enjoy our ramblings and fun times.

Robert Cano

Links to The Dark Archer here, just scroll to the bottom.

 

For your listening pleasure…

An interview I did with the author Jamie Davis.  Since we’re all stuck at home on quarantine, how about a podcast with yours truly as the guest?!  We discuss some of the finer points of writing and worldbuilding, fantasy and poetry.

Epic Fantasy from Poetic Roots with Robert Cano on the Podcast

Give it a listen if you have some time, and remember, you can find my work on Amazon, B&N, Google Play Books, etc…

P.S. I’ll post here some more interviews I’ve done as well, for those interested.  Have a great day, and stay safe you guys!

Links to The Dark Archer here, just scroll to the bottom.

Sometimes

Devoid I lay in company
of unquiet as it lingers,
words are lost to a.m. hours’ lips
kissing sweetly, beckoning me.

Cracked, my speech alone it carries
on unto the deaf found within,
seeking homes it never shall find
‘midst unwelcome tunes in passing.

Poetry without the poet’s hand,
desert sands which blind creation,
longing still remains upon the
paths belonging to goals once set.

Penny’s earning for thoughts given
mockingly, sarcasm dripping
disdain that I might be silenced,
words buried then, as ears hear not.