R.C. Davis-Tellin' Stories

R.C. Davis - Tellin' Stories

CALENDAR

I.O.W.A.
(Imagine Other Worlds with Authors)

I will be signing & selling copies, plus reading from my novel:
When Walls Fall Down
at
The
Cedar Rapids Public Library
450 5th Ave SE
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
The I.O.W.A. event will take place from 10:00-5:00 on Sat. 7th of Sept. and 1:30-4:30 on Sun, the 8th

STARDUST SESSIONS: WRITING MAGIC

with

Becca Klaver
9/15/2019
Tuition Required
http://www.iowawritershouse.org/writing-workshops

Iowa Writers House
332 East Davenport Street Iowa City, IA

Embodied Stories: Physicality in Character

with

Ari Braverman
9/20-22
tuition required
http://www.iowawritershouse.org/writing-workshops

Iowa Writers House
332 East Davenport Street Iowa City, IA

SARAH ELAINE SMITH
will read from her book:
Marilou is Everywhere
9/11/2019
7:00pm

Prairie Lights Books
15 South Dubuque St. Iowa City, IA

THE RAINBOW ROOM

9/3 & 9/17

6:30pm

An LGBT Writing Room
A Writers Rooms Program
Iowa City
Public Library
Rm B
123 S Linn St, Iowa City, IA

The Violet Realm

9/10 & 9/24
6:00pm

a Sci-Fi/Fantasy write-in
A Writers Rooms Program

Iowa City Public Library
Rm B
123 S Linn St
Iowa City, IA

The Parchment Lounge

Every Monday at 6:30pm til 8:30

A Writer's Room Program

A write-in for whatever you are writing!

Sanctuary Pub
405 South Gilbert
Iowa City, IA

The Scarlet Boudoir
9/25
6:30-8:30pm

Romance Write-in
A Writers Rooms Program

Coralville Public Library
1401 5th St, Coralville, IA

The Golden Attic

9/5 & 9/19
6-8pm

Poetry write-in

A Writer's Rooms Program

North Liberty Comm. Library
520 W Cherry St, North Liberty, IA

R. C. Davis

E. Casey

A. Penn

S. Chadalavada

M.L. Williams

R. Frost

R. Gay

Just a few words...

   Hallo Everyone!

I am R.C. Davis, Writer, Author and Poet, currently living in the
UNESCO city of literature, Iowa City, Iowa. I moved here with the goal of immersing myself in community with some of the best writers in the state. How is that going, you may be asking? Just grand!
So, I published my first novel: When Walls Fall Down-An Adventure In Romance. A tale I wrote as: C.F. McDaeid, about love and prejudice. Set in Ireland and Berlin,Germany, 'When Walls Fall Down' won't disappoint. You can find it at:
https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search- alias%3Daps&field-keywords=mcDaeid

You won't regret owning a copy!

   The purpose of this site is to update you on anything that was submitted for publication and accepted, to share a poem – or two - or maybe tell a story. Anything to interject some emotion, beauty, or reflection into your day. I will also blog on occasion - just a little something to let you inside my head or impart an opinion.
    Below, you will find a list of my publications, both Prose and Poetry. On the right, I will banner my latest story (offered exclusively to my website "friends") and the latest works of my colleagues. Please check out their websites and ask about them at your favorite bookstores.
We would be most appreciative.
     On the left, you will find my calendar of events. Poetry and Prose    readings that will be taking place locally or within the great state of Iowa.
    That's all for now. Read, enjoy, and then read some more!

Slainte!

R.C.

My Works-Published

            'Cane Pole Logic'              'The Light In                  'Hodgepodge

                 Amber Waves Of Grain -                      The Window'                     Style'

              A short story anthology Vol. 3                  Wapsi Almanac #16    Poetry

           Shapato Publishing                  Route 3 Press                 Strangecage Press

              'I Fall'                                 'Cyclophiliac'                 'Under The Eaves'
                                                                                                                 &
                                                                                                        'Murdering
                 (poetry)                                                      (poetry)                              Boxelder'
             (on-line)
           Jellyfish Whispers Anthology                       Backlit Barbell Anthology               A Poetry Anthology
        Kind of A Hurricane                    Kind of A Hurricane          Sackter House
         Press                                          Press                                Publications

              'Tread Mark On                 'I Can See~Fine'                 'Snowfall On
               Airborne Cloud'                                                               Dead Leaves'

                        (poetry)                                               (poetry)                                        (Short Story/fiction)

               Poised In Flight Anthology                      Life is a Rollercoaster
                                                         Anthology
          Kind Of A Hurricane                 Kind of A Hurricane         The Daily Palette (on-line)
                  Press                                        Press                                       Iowa Writes

    'Losing My Muse'    'When Walls Fall
   Down'
   Flash Fiction An Adventure in Romance

   Wild Musette New Novel !
Journal #1701    R.C. Davis writing as:
C.F. McDaeid
Wild Musette-Publisher Of
   Fine Books and Music Find @ Amazon.com

Following is one of my favorite Narrative Poems that I wrote in a pub with a pint in one hand and a pen in the other!

My Idea of a Squirrel Watchin’ Moon Spawned Rover

I see the two of us. Legs folded underneath. On the edges of cliffs with our 8 track player helmets. Staring at the skeletal syllable marble moon. Only one squirrel in the entire glass abyss. We were born up there.
Space is an empty and cold place where the songs of Orpheus still echo. Corded to the phone you float out into the Sumatran still life canyon. I follow you out. Two bluebirds singing Walt Disney on a sunlit, woodland path. Spouting elucidations while suspended above a Grecian orchard. Making shadows in dark woods. I think you said you were born in April. “That can’t be! We were born on a moon ball with three crater holes!” People don’t know, but it’s hard to tell in your insulated spacesuit. I like it here. I will never go back to where there is no atmosphere. Living between craggy houses. Our hovels, celestial spheres of a certain architecture. The chaos outside lying unused on its side. It’s not for us peaceful beings. Roving rovers existing while comic books flit exotic longings. My face touches the mirror and the vision is jolted like squid ink splashing on a self-portrait. Thinking of you. Walking down the aluminum streets. Eating a sandwich of dead leaves. A pocket full of ellipsoidal plums for us to share. I hope to find you in your silent moonwalk, a block away. It’s the only way, you will ever be happy here.
R.C. Davis 2013~

  Hardwired For The Primitive

I couldn’t live in my dinosaur brain anymore
All the furniture in there was too 50’s
            My overstuffed chair was too shallow
            I could never get comfortable
            The snake skinned lamp too dim
never shedding enough light on my life

There was a caveman that came to visit sometimes
            He brought his club and always stayed too long
                        He liked me when I stayed inside that place
                        Clinging to me when I tried to leave
                        Trying to convince me that we were related
                        by a link, that no one could put a finger on

I remember the day I didn’t go back into that cage for lizards
I left everything behind, including my ancient music
                        I stepped outside to move into a sunlit place
                        Where the windows were clean enough to see out
                        With a chair that was too deep to climb out of
                        Quiet enough for me to truly hear the living/breathing

The caveman tries to call on me sometimes when I least expect him
            I make it hard for him so he might be able to take the hint
                        It’s not that I will ever forget that small space
                        Where unpleasant recall flooded my box
                        Making that realm wet with predisposition
                        Where a he-man lays sleeping, waiting for my return
   ~R.C. Davis 2013~

STORY

Free Monthly Story:

The Girl With No Eyes

Authors & Poets

NEW RELEASE!

Now at Amazon.com:

When Walls Fall Down
An Adventure In Romance
by
R.C. Davis writing as
C.F. McDaeid

We the Interwoven
Vol. 2

introduces seven new voices—three fellows and four honorable mentions, all with stories that explore the theme of living between two worlds.
Presented to you from the Iowa Writer's House. Edited by
Andrea Wilson

http://www.iowawritershouse.org/workshops/we-the-interwoven-volume-2

Erin Casey

From The Purple Door District comes book 2:

Wolf Pit