The Lost Histories, a poem

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It’s been a long time since I tried my hand at poetry, possibly for good reason. My feelings about poetry are similar to my feelings about dancing. I have tremendous admiration for those who can do it, but its artfulness always seems to be out of my grasp. Just ask the few people who have witnessed me dance. The problem is not merely a lack of rhythm, though that’s definitely apparent. It’s also a lack of confidence with my own body, which leads to a stunted sort of bouncing around, shoulder shrugging, and an occasional loss of balance.

Alcohol helps a little. So I’ve been told.

The last time I enjoyed writing poetry was all the way back in eighth grade. That was when I had the opportunity to take my first creative writing class. When we got to the poetry unit, I recall that most of us were skeptical. In my middle-class, suburban junior high, back in the 1980s, poetry was not cool. It was sappy, or pretentious, something that depressed, lovesick girls did in their depressing diaries. Well, to be fair, I kept a depressing diary. But I didn’t write poetry in it, and I certainly would never share my feelings with the world.  Besides, I hardly related to the male poets that we read: Robert Frost, John Donne, William Butler Yeats. First of all, they had things to say that were much more profound than anything I could come up with. Second, the way they said those profound things was much too elegant and clever for my feeble brain.

I dreaded having to write poetry myself and figured I would just fake it. Until we read poems by e.e. cummings, and I saw that poetry could be funny. I suddenly became a prolific poet.

Sometimes I wish like mad I had held onto my work from back then. I’m sure I would get a good laugh over how juvenile it was, however appropriate for my age at the time, but I also remember reveling in the creation of the absurd, and inventing parodies of “high brow” poetry. My teacher totally encouraged my insipid verse, maybe in surrender to my refusal to write anything else, maybe taking a broad view of creative expression. He was a pretty cool guy. In any case, I discovered I really did like poetry. That year, I looked forward to creative writing class every day. It became a place where, unexpectedly enough, I could be myself.

Nowadays, I practically never indulge in writing humorous poetry (though perhaps I should). I’m still intidimated by poetry generally, but I recognize that it’s important for me to read and write, both to better understand the world and to improve my prose. I don’t ever think I’ll be accused of being an especially stylish or lyrical writer, but poetry helps me to appreciate the flow and rhythm and imagery of writing. From time to time, I do it as an exercise, with nearly the same foot-dragging aversion of going to the gym. Like I said above, it’s been a long time, but you can see some of my past poetry here, and here, and here, and here, and here from the early days of my blog.

I’m working on the sequel to The City of Seven Gods, which is part of what I’m calling The Lost Histories series. In the New Year’s spirit — let’s do more things that are good for us — I refound some motivation to give poetry another try. Thus, I bring you a poetic companion piece to the series, which I wrote, trying to inhabit the mood and origins of the story.

Before Greek titans tramped the earth,
And Gilgamesh slayed mighty Humbaba,
‘Ere Atum sneezed, bringing forth his god-children,
And the heavenly war arose for dominion over Babylon,
Yes, certainly before a god made man from clay,
And plucked his rib to fashion woman as his companion,
There were battles and love affairs and tragedies,
To drown multitudes in the deepest canyon.

What did the Egyptians know?
Or Herodotus who thought he had learned so much?
They were as green as spring,
Their continents the burial ground for the masses who came before,
Once clashing and laughing and bragging and whimpering,
As though no other generation would ever know joy and strife,
They are silent now as the desert dunes,
Tears dried brittle on the sand, long ago swept away by the wind.

Yet do not doubt: They lived,
Gods who were no more than men,
Men who accomplished feats befitting gods,
Most wanting only to be known as daughter, son, or lover,
Think now,
They are the song you hear in your sleep,
Hold onto it before it disappears in the shock of day.


Special promotion for 2017: Get Werecat #1 for free!

First, a big announcement: the fourth and final installment of Werecat will be coming out in the second quarter of 2017.

It’s still working its way through the production cycle, but I can tell you it will be a novel-length book that takes Jacks on a new adventure through Venezuela, the Amazon, the Mayan Riviera, and even the South Pacific. Yes, he covers a lot of territory while on the hunt for the elusive leader of the secret werecat society The Glaring, using clues from Amerindian, West African, Native American, and Southeast Asian folklore and mythology, and the story does bring the saga to a close.

This installment took some extra time and research to write because of the exotic locales, especially the Amazon rainforest where a lot of the action takes place. I’m trying hard to refrain from spoilers, though I will share that several of the characters from the earlier books join Jacks, or at least make appearances in the story, including Farzan, Kwame, Maarten, and of course Bella. There’s even a re-appearance by a past love interest of Jacks’, which is probably the biggest surprise. And, you can expect not one but two epic showdowns in this installment, with an old enemy (The Glaring) and a new one who emerges while Jacks is tracking down the mystery of werecat magic. My publisher Vagabondage Press and I haven’t quite decided on a title, but expect that and the cover reveal soon.

As a lead-in to the big release, you can read the beginning of the saga for free. Just sign up for my maling list on the website form (above and to the right), and I’ll get the first e-novelette Werecat: The Rearing (Werecat #1) right out to you. That’s a pretty sweet deal, right? And I promise, I only bug folks on my mailing list two or three times a year to let them know about special promotions and pre-orders.

Here’s the cover and blurb for Werecat #1:

For Jacks Dowd, a college senior who feels ungrounded from his family and life in general, an alcohol and sex-infused weekend in Montréal sounds like a pretty good escape. His Spring Break binge takes a detour when he meets Benoit, an admiring drifter with startling green eyes. A hook-up turns into a day, two days, and then a full week in Benoit’s hostel, making love and scarfing down take-out food. But at the end of the week, Benoit demands that Jacks make an impossible choice: stay with him forever, or go back to college and never see him again.

There’s something dangerous about Benoit, but Jacks falls for him brutally. The night before Jacks is supposed to return to college, he finds Benoit in Mont Royal Park, where they first met, to try to work things out. Benoit springs on Jacks an unfathomable secret: he’s a mythical creature, half man and half jungle panther. He traps Jacks in an abandoned cabin and performs an occult rite so they will be mated forever.


The Seventh Pleaide is a best book of 2016

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The Seventh Pleiade by Andrew J. Peters

I logged on-line and came across a nice discovery today. Author Ben Brock published a short list of his favorite books of 2016, and The Seventh Pleaide made his list.

A nice way to start out the New Year. 🙂

I can’t say I’ve been terribly productive so far in 2017, but I do have plans and took some time to putter around with my website in preparation (do you like the new header image?). I will have a special promotion and some exciting news to share later in the week so stay tuned.

In the meantime, Genaro and I are having our “last meal” tonight before going on the obligatory New Years’ resolution diet. Chinese take-out, and not any of the Weight Watchers’ approved items. Willpower begins tomorrow, let’s hope.

Wishing a very happy New Year to one and all.

Happy Holidays from

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© Pavel Losevsky | – Snowman promenade

Lately, I’ve been mired in the things that went wrong with 2016, and it took me a while to get in the spirit of writing a holiday message. You would think I’d lived long enough to arbitrate the ups and downs of our complex world, but I definitely took hard the disappointing political turn-of-events in the late months of the year. I stand by the right to be outraged and discouraged by the triumph of misguided and dangerous self-interest in our country. On top of that, the deaths of David Bowie, George Michael and Carrie Fisher–beloved icons of my generation–cast a somber pall over the year.

Still, those are not the only things that happened in 2016, and I am reminded I have many things to be grateful for.

Genaro and I spent a largely non-sectarian Christmas with my parents in Buffalo. He’s a lapsed and ambivalent Catholic, I’m a lapsed Lutheran and a slightly more assured atheist with occasional Ethical Humanist leanings, and my parents have always been that brand of sentimental, liberal Protestants who like the optomistic, goodwill message of Christmas, the carols, the Advent calendars, and the candlelit church services, though religion doesn’t rank high on their list of interests.  We pretty much meet in a place of agreement that an occasion to give presents, spend time with family, and take part in holiday traditions is a good thing to do for its own sake.

A foot or so of snow was slowly receding from the ground amid unseasonably warm tempertaures, but it was indeed a white Christmas, which you can almost always count on in upstate New York. We had tons of food, several quite competitive rounds of Hearts, which has become part of our tradition, and a whole lot of lounging around. I helped a bit with dinner, making spaghetti carborana to go with our lobster tails for Christmas Eve, and a chocolate cream pie for Christmas dessert.

Over time, most of my hometown friends have spread across the country, like myself, but we did see one of my high school pals and her family for dinner one night. Besides that, our only outing was on Christmas Day to see the opening of the movie Lion. Though heartbreaking in parts, the movie, based on a true story, does a wonderful job portraying an Indian man’s journey through cross-cultural adoption, in my opinion; and I think that’s a well-chosen and under-explored topic for the big screen. Not the first title that comes to mind for a holiday movie, but the themes work very well.

Back home in NYC on Monday, Genaro and I exchanged presents. The highlights, for him, a fire engine red sports watch; for me, an insulated, winter carcoat. That night, we ordered in a double feature of classic movies (featuring Bette Davis, to maintain our homo cred): The Virgin Queen and The Man who Came to Dinner.

I’m off from work this week, but pretty busy with long-neglected tasks like making room in overstuffed closets and drawers and donating clothes, finally installing a new smoke detector for the apartment, and doing some networking and marketing to promote my books. This latter chore is not my favorite. I’d much rather be writing. But FYI, a couple of things you might take advantage of: LibaryThing is hosting an early reviewer giveaway of Poseidon and Cleito through January 2nd, and The Romance Reviews will have a contest giveaway for The City of Seven Gods at the end of January.

2016 was a huge year for a little author like me. My fourth novel Poseidon and Cleito came out in August, and my fifth novel The City of Seven Gods came out in September. I got out to meet readers and talk about my books at the Queens Book Festival, Flamecon 2.0, and the second annual Queens LGBT Book Night. It’s also been nice to see a twinkle of renewed interest in my first book The Seventh Pleiade, which has sold better in 2016 than any year since its debut in 2013.

I’ve got more writing in store for 2017. I’m currently working on placing the final installment of my Werecat series as well as a stand-alone novel in a contemporary rom-com vein. Also, my goal is to finish the manuscript for the second book in my Lost Histories series, and I’ll be attending the Saints and Sinners Festival in New Orleans for the first time this March.

Many thanks to my readers, my family and friends and my publishing team who make this unlikely journey of embarking as a writer possible. You bolster my courage, help me get up from the floor when things are not going as well as I would like, and you remind me that the dream is possible. Wishing you happy holidays filled with joy and love and a 2017 fit to be written in the stars. 🙂

Poseidon and Cleito now available everywhere!

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Ok. So maybe that’s a slight overstatement. But thanks to the incoming presidential administration, facts no longer matter, right? What matters is that you say things with conviction. And exclamation points!

From Trump Headquarters: Andrew J. Peters’ Poseidon and Cleito just made its worldwide release, and it’s going to be big. Really big. That’s what I’m hearing. I don’t know for sure, but it could be the biggest fantasy release in history, ever. All I’m saying is that’s what people are telling me. It’s a spectacular story. Maybe the most spectacular story ever written at any time, anywhere in the world. Are you ready for it? Because I’m telling you: this is really amazing, and you don’t want to miss it!

Nielsen Bookscan Fact-checker: Actually, initial reports from Poseidon and Cleito’s early release on Kindle Exclusive suggest modest sales. It’s true the book went on sale in December at some of the largest retailers in America, including, iBooks, and Kobo, but to say it’s available “everywhere” is an exaggeration and therefore inaccurate.

Trump Headquarters: Crooked Nielsen Bookscan is totally biased! Such nasty people! They’ll say anything to get attention for their failing company. Losing subscribers by the millions. Weak! Sad!

Yes, I’m writing a press release for my latest book using split personalities, and I could be descending into madness. But you know what? That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t buy the book!

In case you haven’t heard, Poseidon and Cleito is a re-imagined portait of the man who became one of the most important gods in classical mythology, and an illumination of his wife who was relegated to the margins. My earlier works (The Seventh Pleiade and Banished Sons of Poseidon) were concerned with the last days of Atlantis. Poseidon and Cleito explores the origin of the legend, and since the action takes place several thousand years earlier, you certainly do not need to have read the other books.

Now, what are the critics saying? Kirkus calls the book:  “A fresh twist on an old sea myth, complete with magic, intrigue, and plenty of old-school adventures.” From an Amazon reviewer YouThere: “Peters successfully delivers a richly detailed and intriguing version of the origins of Poseidon and Cleito. Highly recommended for fans of Greek mythology and vivid storytelling.”

No word yet from the New York Times or Booklist, but hey, it’s early.

You can pick up the book for the very reasonable price of $5.99 from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo or iBooks.

And…if you missed out on Poseidon Week this past August, here’s some extras and backstory about the book!

It’s #PoseidonWeek at

Visual inspiration for Poseidon and Cleito

Exclusively for #PoseidonWeek: An excerpt from the story

#PoseidonWeek: Poseidon through the ages