 "The poetry of Katie Lewington has just only recently come to my attention, and her simple, observational, and honest poems pulled me right in. Her new chapbook "Here Comes the Sun" is filled with those things that I look for in poetry and writing in general, descriptions of people and places, travels, food, etc. The ordinary things that sensitive folks (and poets especially) find so endearing. I can't wait to read more of Lewington's work!" Nicholas Trandahl, author of Pulling Words.
Experience the thrill of summer, and travel with Katie Lewington through Europe, without needing to move from your seat. It was a summer of reinvention and discovery: from leaving home, to travelling Europe. In 2016 football, politics, and airports dominated the life of Katie Lewington. Thankfully you won't find any poems on Brexit in Katie Lewington's poetry collection Here comes the Sun. You will find one on the Euro's, and the unexpected delights found in Airport baggage queues. Some of the poems in Here comes the Sun make good use of brevity, while others, such as Wi-Fi, are written in a prose style of writing. Here comes the Sun uses simple language in the poems that were written whilst travelling in the summer of '16. The events in the poems mirror the places of their origins, such as in the Red Light District of Amsterdam, the market forecourt of Brugge, and the Brighton Pier. There is contemplation among the hilarity as the seasons change, summer turns to winter, and the nights become colder, so grab a drink, and your shades, and read HERE COMES THE SUN: TRAVEL POETRY WRITTEN BY KATIE LEWINGTON. CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE
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 Gentlemen Prefer a Pulse is Mike Steeden's first published collection of poetry and features over a hundred poems that are sometimes humorous, serious, satirical, surreal, thought provoking and brilliant! Mike says his inspiration is drawn from his self-proclaimed love of the fairer sex, his passion for 'people watching' (a trait born of his time as a private investigator), social justice and compassion. The net result is that his poems are in essence a cocktail of all these things...oh yes, the important thing! Mike always endeavours to ensure that within his body of work the gals always win out in the end! CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE EXCERPT
A poem from the book: THE MAN IN THE BRETON SHIRT All her life she had wanted legs. Proper legs with feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs. Yet circumstance had afforded her nought but wheels, small wheels at that. Little wrought iron ones. Wheels that required constant care. Oiling and such like. Notwithstanding her shortcomings, she got out and about best she could. That is, until the day the local authorities had something of a retro brainwave. They cobblestoned the market square. She lived in a house on market square. So now she prayed for tarmac, as well as feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs. Then one day, quite out of the blue the sailor arrived in town. Breton shirt, beer belly. He drank vast quantities of rum, farted constantly, belched with pride, with gusto. They met in a smoke laden bar, she in a wheelchair (Her wizened auntie had taken her out for some fresh air. Why she chose to go to a bar no one ever knew). The sailor was singing a ribald sea shanty at the time to the accompaniment of an accordion. He amused her. She caught his eye. The accordionist noticed too. A deafening silence ensued. A galaxy of drunkards turned about face embarrassing her more than a little. A harlot, hanging on to the sailor’s arm for dear life flinched at his rancid breath, yet still held fast. Such is the fate of a girl short of gilders (Perversely, she cast a jealous eye at the girl with no proper legs with feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs). Regardless his ‘Popeye on spinach’ forearm thrashed the harlot to Kingdom come. In an instant, the sailor sobered up. Whereas he should have stumbled he straightened himself, walked over to the girl, planted the mother of all kisses upon her virgin lips, clicked his fingers, bellowed skyward at the heavens, and miraculously the girl had legs with feet, ankles, calves, knees and thighs. With great care and eyes shut tight the girl ran her hands over her new limbs. They felt ever so fine. When she opened them again she found herself on a yacht on the wide-open sea in the company of a handsome young man in a Breton shirt. From his place at the helm he winked and blew her a kiss. All was well in her world.  Mike Steeden writes his poetry always with ‘a touch’ of something or other. Often that ‘touch’ is a surreal one, occasionally one of the lunacy of being, and with this tome he had added a hint of ‘magic’. He lives in England’s almost forgotten edge in terms of tourism, namely the south-eastern corner of the beautiful County of Kent, in the place nicknamed since the Battle of Britain in WW2, ‘Hellfire Corner’. He is passionate about the rights of the underprivileged; loathes to see abuse of the innocents home and abroad. His poetry reflects such passion. Mike is a self-confessed ‘people watcher,’ hence his coffee quaffing hobby sat outside any fine café watching the day go by. His most favoured cafés are generally those across the Channel in France where he spends a good deal of time. Also, he is partial to a drop of fine red wine and smelly ripe French cheeses! CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE EXCERPT
One of the poems within the book; ECHOES FEND FOR THEMSELVES AFTER MIDNIGHT Interlaced tongues sweetest tortures, and for you a crown of hawthorn Come mornings lame duck situation, at first light a passion stillborn Your carriage awaits full of treasures, a catalogue of what was before Love letters returned back to sender, your key on the hook by the door You split with a satchel of shared dreams, and a trunk full of burning desire In your wake left a parcel of memories, and finger band of barbed wire Those bared paintings of you in the grand hall, the place where all sinners got wed Now hang on the walls of a bedroom, where all our spare tears once were shed Words aimed below the belt and pulled punches, a ripped bodice, a craving that devours Then the affirmation of stained sheets, hungover from the afterglow hours You travelled back to the place where you came from, climbed dizzy heights just to be Once more with your come-hither lover, and the times you say were carefree In the white room where virgin bride’s makeup, paradise only a scissor cut away Yet for you just a bouquet of snowflakes, that would melt lest you forgot to pray Remember when I gave you the emerald, you said just, ‘thank you, see you around’ Then you laid claim to my heart, to my hunger, left me for dead instead of spellbound Echoes fend for themselves after midnight, come back to deafen at the first light of day You leave behind the one you tormented, to stand by him who you would betray  *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.  HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CHEATED ON? LOST SOMEONE DEAR TO YOU? HAVE YOU BEEN BETRAYED BY A FRIEND OR FAMILY MEMBER? LOVE RUNS DEEP, BETRAYAL CUTS THE HEART, PAIN, AND HURT WILL SEND ONE ON AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER.
AUTHORESS HURRICANE'S INTRIGUING POEMS IN CIRCLE OF EMOTIONS WILL LEAVE YOU BREATHLESS WITH CHILLS, MAYBE SHED A FEW TEARS, AS THE LOVE IN YOUR HEART REALIZE THE PASSION IN HER WRITING! OPEN YOUR MIND, RELAX YOUR BODY, AND ALLOW THE WORDS TO TAKE CONTROL! ALLOW THEM TO TAKE CONTROL! ALLOW THEM TO SCCUMB YOUR SOUL AND BECOME APART OF THE CIRCLE OF EMOTIONS. Click the book to read a few Sample poems. Click HERE to purchase the book!  From the Author: "There is nothing like being in love but what happens when the person you love and trust betrays you"
From Amazon: "Friends and family helped shape the concept of Affectionately 360: A reflection of confidants. It is the ink that details the rhymes of reason behind the mystery of love. Consider it: Who knows where love will eventually lead those willing to bet against the odds? When was the last time you flirted with love's infinite possibilities? Have you ever been a fool in love? Our relationships are the scales that weigh life's most defining moments. Through these pages your emotions are invited to travel the ups and downs of love at its best even when it feels like the worse. It is the purest example of the mightiest emotion. Remember to always trust God and walk by faith with no GPS. Follow his path blindfolded and allow yourself to embrace the love destined for you. Welcome to the journey of Affectionately 360." Click the book to learn more via Amazon. Click HERE to purchase the book!  Revenge of the Orgasm is an erotic autobiography written in poetic form that brings all the sizzle and spice of erotica but with a gentleman's eloquence. These epic poems will take you on a journey of intimacy and lust that you will not rush to return from.
Click the book to read a Sample on Amazon. Click HERE to purchase the book!  From the Author: "It is my Rhyme and Reason of being diagnosed with Lupus at the age of 25 after giving birth to my second child. I almost died but I refused to let Lupus take over so I fought back."
Click the book to read a Sample on Amazon. Click HERE to purchase the book!  "Poetry That Speaks For Itself" is a mind blowing rollercoaster ride! The author M.S The Secret talks about the life we live, love ,joy and pain, and our spiritual walk with the God of our understanding. The author taps into the emotional skeletons we hide. Be prepared to unmask your feelings and fears! Pick up a copy today and "Let the journey begin". This is one of 2014 best kept secrets!
Click the book to read a few Sample Poems. Click HERE to purchase the book!  This collection of poems runs the gamut of human emotions -- from anger to love, from sorrow to hope -- in the life of one man.
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