Indigo Rhythm: Works Inspired by Peter Gabriel

By Jen Selinsky

"Indigo Rhythm" consists of short stories and poems which were inspired by Peter Gabriel, who is one of Jen's favorite musicians.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jen Selinsky
• Release date: Jan 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370205424

Jen Selinsky

Jen Selinsky was born in Pittsburgh, PA. In 2003, she earned her bachelor's degree in English from Clarion University of Pennsylvania. In 2004, she earned her master's degree in library science from the same school. Jen has worked as a professional librarian for over twelve years. She has published more than 170 books, most of which contain poetry. Her work can be found on the following sites: Lulu, Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble/Nook, Smashwords, and Pen It! Publications. She has also been featured in publications such as: The Courier Journal, Explorer Magazine, Liphar Magazine, and Indiana Libraries. Jen lives in Sellersburg, IN with her husband.

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Indigo Rhythm: Works Inspired by Peter Gabriel

Jen Selinsky

Mercy Street, Johnny Has a Headache, Buildup, Breakfast’s Ready, and Shelter are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 2018 by Jen Selinsky

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Cover Art Copyright © 2015 by Travis Potts

ISBN: 9781370205424

*Not every work included in this book is dated in chronological order.  This is not an oversight on my part. Rather, I have made changes and substitutions over the months during its completion.

-J.L.S.

I cannot have just one,

Even on my best days.

Please fill my ears with

All the songs of yesteryear—

Think how

Easily they

Could translate

Into today.

The other way around comes

When we speak so fondly

Of the things

Which were

Considered social taboos as

Recently as

Thirty years ago.

A new glow of recognition

Seems to help give

These people new life;

No longer are they forced

To live our alien ways

By strange sounds and

Rituals which would

Make their heads spin.

I’ve seen it in all the

Archives which became

Antiquated long before they

Thought they would.

2/24/16

How can the number fit

So comfortably for some

But have others shrieking

In terror?

I fall under the latter of

The two, but I suppose that

Is not news to you.

You knew how to remain

Modest, but kind.

Not so many would find

That easy to understand,

Especially since the public

Likes to air too much

Dirty laundry.

They would love to bring

My fear of numbers into

Play; who knows how

They would like to

Evaluate your life as well?

Never afraid, though, because

I don’t recall you having

To cower in the corner

When madness threatened to

Take over your presence.

Pioneer, stay strong, and

Do not waste time in

Fearing numbers which may

Try to work against you.

There’s so much more to

Life than plotting out

Elaborate, but fruitless

Equations.

2/14/16

You took me to an

Unfamiliar setting, and

I could hardly get my

Bearings.

This place—I do not know

That to do, but I have this

Sudden urge to move.

All I can see is night, except

For the mental images in

My head.

Could you provide me with

A little more information?

Obviously, my technology

Does not work out here,

But that no longer matters,

For the endorphins pumped

Into my heart have me

Believing that I’m part