 *Delight in the nectar of the gods. Feed your mind with Ambrosia* Whispers to the gods are like honey from a poet's lips. When several poets raise their voices together, it's a sacred feast of memories and dreams. Poetry is divine food for the soul, full of emotional and celestial feeling. Join us in our longing, our pain and passion, heartache, logic and insanity, fear, faith, confusion, hope, unity, solitude, daily life, political strife, and more. From the creative minds of Eric Keizer, A.L. Mabry, Sam DeLoach, Alyssa Trivett, Mello Sakia, Stacy Overby, Phillip Matthew Roberts, Veronica Falletta and Stephanie Ayers. The Poets of this project have partnered with the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention and all royalties will be donated to this charity. CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE Table of Contents
Dedication Eric Keizer Travis and Trevor Columbia Sundials Watching Neighbors Move Out The Gift Cutter Over Fiona BakedApple Grandfather Mermaid L. Cohen’s Romance Doris Fenton 270 Miles Acrimony 7th Street Dragons A.L Mabry Broken Angel Celestial Free in a Day Inner Well Rain Through Me Scarred Arms of time Seen She’s Like the Wind Sunrise Crushing Sweet Butterfly Girl The Survivor We Are Not Lost Temple of Hate Golden Glue Alyssa Trivett Morning, Lack of Coffee 1:37PM Perfecting Loneliness Open Mic Keyboard Room Dinner For One The Error For A Friend Cake Walking Blank Canvas Department of Motor Vehicles Wisconsin Dells Outdoor Picnic Where We Part Mello Sakia Are We Living Black Cinderella... Green beanie Helplessly helpful Morning The pacifists loner Phillip Mathew Roberts Knowledge abandoned at a curb Quoting the mute How one bisexual distracted himself Buttressing cynicism in latter-day Sinope Queer antemortem associations Reminders for the imaginary child An appendices of unused lines A few faulty steps A lullaby for the slightly morbid Ozymandias' twin stood Spontaneous responses regarding jury duty Leftover allusions O and Ah synoptically revised Interior monologue An ensemble piece set postmortem Sam DeLoach A Letter Too Late Beyond the Reach of Time Cranked Foresaken Hungry for Success In Time You’ll Forget On the Edge of Reason Searching for More Than Ambiguity Tears Elastic is Time, Time is Elastic The Taste of Transience Two Into the Sunset What’s New(s)) The Seeds I’ve Sown Feeding Fireflies Stacy Overby As I Wander Boys Divine Emotion Inner Demons Exorcism Fear In Between Inside Lessons On a Walk Perspicacious Quiet Share Tenacity Stephanie Ayers I Am Woman The Zoo My Quiet Place SPRING INTO MY WORLD When Beauty Falls Of Fairies and Fireflies The Secret Adren’s Song The Gathering Place Like Alice: A Jabberwocky Challenge The Race Shattered Dreams Inside Me, There's You Once in a Lifetime Jesus Hear My Prayer You When Tears Will Fall Always & Forever Ode to A Mother Zombies with a New Name Veronica Falletta Pinballs The Game The Falling Nothing Like Death Why Please Hostage Dream His Smile Does Not Help March Divinity There Was that Day by the River The Sadness Lies Cage The Poet A Starlit Warning Ciccone’s Thank You Other Books By OWS Ink Dedication This book is dedicated to all those who feel too deeply. We understand your struggle. The good, the bad, and the ugly. This project was a labor of love between the poets involved and the Our Write Side team. Now we aim to take that love and put it to good use. The royalties from Ambrosia will be donated to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. This is a cause that all of us at OWS feel strongly about and we are honored to be able to contribute to their efforts and programs. Eric Keizer Eric Keizer lives in Northern Illinois with his wife of eighteen years, and his dog, Edith. He earned his B.A. in English from Drake University, and his M.A Ed. and teaching license from Aurora University in 2013. A lifelong prankster, he enjoys sharing a good, deep belly laugh and telling tall tales. He avidly reads the Classics, but counts Anne Rice as a guilty pleasure. His first book of poetry, Urban Mythology, released in April to resounding applause. Besides writing poetry, he has written seven children’s books, is working on a psychological thriller about a serial killer, and is feverishly trying to finish a “coming of age” story set in 1980s Chicago. Travis and Trevor First came Travis, And I missed Hisfirstsmilehisfirstwordhisfirststep. And sometimes, I’d come home from work and scold him And later, on those nights, Suzanne and I would Quietly giggle at that time He dropped the f-bomb out of the blue, In church. I bought him a plaster bust of Beethoven, And called him Schroeder, And he’d talk with the bust while he practiced Greensleeves and fall asleep, With our beagle close beside him. I wondered if he’d resent me, For the tough decisions and time apart, When he was older and on his own, And I was growing feeble and tired, And was suddenly, On my own. Then came Trevor, And I was there for Hisfirsttouchdownhisfirstgirlfriendhisfirstcar. And sometimes, I’d look up from the want ads And later, on those nights, I’d look at Suzanne’s picture Quietly cry for missing her, And shout an f-bomb, or two, At heaven. I bought him an autographed football, And called him Sweetness, And he’d talk about the college recruiters who came to see him practice, And fall asleep, With our beagle close beside him. I wondered if he’d visit me For we’d spent so much time apart, Now that I’m older and on my own, And have grown feeble and tired, & have become, All alone.
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