title
The Devouring Rime
poetry by Brian K. Ladd (Greenville, SC, native of Kings Mountan, NC.),
cover by Shaggy Randal
"Poetry is the early morning rime on the soul. It is the wisp of steam-breath when lovers whisper on a winter night. Poetry is so hot it's cold. This in mind, each Poem in "The Devouring Rime" was chisled from a cold and sullen heart, and placed in rigid tenor with instruction to chill. So to read is to understand why the wind bites, snow drifts, and Dante's Devil is an infernal iced mocha latte."
34 poems, 52 page chapbook Limited edition, signed and numbered. $5.00 +$1.95 shipping 
Author ,Brian K. Ladd (Greenville, SC) - was born in the shadow of an ancient monadnock, nursed on the milk of storytellers, and left to play in the midst of myths and legends. He has since tried to bring the dual world of myth and reality together. He amalgamates philosophy, literature, and a voyeuristic honesty for our common culture that gives his stories a poignancy that is an immediate indictment and a nostalgic reverie. http://www.myspace.com/astriach Cover Artist, Shaggy Randall—(Greenville, SC) - The artist's life is in no way important to one's individual perception of an artwork, and as such the only influence I will provide you with is the images themselves and their titles so as to ensure each piece will allow you to gain your own meaning from it; only then will the artwork itself manifest its particular significance to your specific personality. Also, you should disregard this statement in your viewing, as even this will manipulate your interpretation of the images. www.myspace.com/jabbrewoki "This book shall be for all time, so I think it best if I remember Brian post-humorously, so this by way of blurb is in fact eulogy. Many scholars said he was a brigantine and thus moved by the winds of Aeolus more so than the Muse. His wife kissed him every morning. He was bland in the first, eschewing the most common sense. Being a natural born Southern Writer he was late in life corralled and studied for his atavism. He never smoked but he burned like a Heraclitean -Sherman across the Myth of the Old South. At length he dined with Epicures on the precipice of Hades, dancing in and out of overindulgence. To wit: I saw him at the finis writing Once upon a time.” -- Penned by Admiral Lord Shipyard, of Neville
