Spicy Romance? I don't think so. And a poem.

I have a "google alert" sent to email me when it finds my name floating around cyber-space. Every now and then a link to something pops up, but the last notice that made its way to my email box was beyond strange. My novel, The Shadow Warriors was listed on a "spicy romance" books web site.
Hmmmm.
Now it would take the proverbial quantum leap to equate The Shadow Warriors with romance. I mean, think about the title. Not exactly Love's Sweet Promise, or anything like that. (Apologies to anyone who may have actually written that book). Yeah, there is a relationship, and it's not very good, and certainly not very romantic, although I suppose it does have its moments (damn few). Its moments, in the context of 2005 or even 1995, 1985 and earlier would not be considered "spicy." Folks, we aren't talking body parts here, we are talking treachery, betrayal and angst, but not spicy.
The annoying thing is that one would think (hope) that being listed under "spicy romance" might help sell a few books. Wrong again. Oh well, suck it up forever and ever.

Good news! The Boston 375 exhibit is moving out to Logan Airport after it leaves Boston City Hall. I hope the poetry moves along, too, because guess whoses poem is about Logan? Yes!
See below. I wrote it years ago.

Night Landing at Logan

From above, an open jewel box.
Intricate gold chains on black velvet.
Haphazard scattering of rubies, emeralds and diamonds,
Rich and luscious.

We arc slowly over the harbor, then
The jet sweeps across dark water
A shadow over the scattered islands,
A bird of prey, talons ready
Screaming, whining, howling, bucking the wind.
Low. Lower. Lowest.

Sapphire landing lights,
A shudder, and wheels caress the runway.
Roaring, the engines reverse their thrust,
Offering a muted reek of kerosene.

To port, the skyline surges,
Bold accretion of glass, stone and steel
Collage of history.
Red carpets of old brick
Roll out a challenge and a dare.