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Fountain of Confessions

Still Looking For Reviewers/Critics

Hi Everyone.

I’m still looking for people that might be willing to write a review for my book Fountain Of Confessions to post on Amazon and elsewhere online.

If you are willing to write a review, I will email you an e-copy of the book and after the reviews are posted, I’ll mail a hard copy of the book.

Thanks to all of you!!


Fountain Of Confessions On Amazon

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    Fountain Of Confessions is now available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle. I look forward to hearing any feedback on it. Thank you so much!

    Fountain Of Confessions

    Hi Everyone!!

    My 2nd book, Fountain Of Confessions, is going to be available through Amazon this week. I am so excited to share it with you. I am going through my emails for reviewers and getting in touch with some of you if you are still available.

    If you’d like to do a review to post on your blog, I will be happy to send you an e-copy of the new book.

    Thank you all so much for being here. Some of you have been here since the time I started this blog nearly 4 years ago!!!

    I’ll be posting soon. Until then….


    The People

    Starved out of politeness, cockroach-kicked feet
    walk across a blue night.
    My lungs are stuck together, breathing in
    radiation from the hot air
    blown in my face.

    The people, the people glow
    white teeth at every camera. I see
    the teapot boiling,
    steam rising,
    whistle blowing….

    my ears ring out electric chords,
    far from the classic, ghostly shadow
    that sprawl across my nerves
    when they start to shiver.

    They eat very little,
    or a lot, or they drink
    or not,
    or they lie and mispronounce their own
    names on purpose and move around mountains
    blending in with the tones of the town.

    These people seem largely designed, I
    walk on needles. I am little and not
    proportionate. I dream about
    ages, and eggs and other meals
    that are not enough on their own.

    Is anyone? Enough with just their teeth and
    their camera and light?
    “She’s only crazy,” says my mother.
    And the hills are long monsters leaking
    into my brain. I’m dizzy
    and distorted. This image.
    This image set up in sanity, or not.

    Interview with poet Maggie Mae

    Maggie Mae:

    An interview with Nostrovia Poetry

    Originally posted on Nostrovia! Tavern:

    Maggie Mae is a talented poet running the blog “Maggie Mae I Just Say This“.  She has a good-sized online following.  If your a poet just starting out, I recommend checking her blog out or asking her for advice (though she does give some in the interview below).  She has been published in The Vein, Requiem Magazine, Record Magazine, and a number of other literary establishments.  Check our her first chapbook from Writing Knights Press.

    1)  Tell us a little about yourself.  What are you up to?

    Right now I’m in school studying for a Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree and I’ve just completed my first chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark, that will be out in May 2013 with Writing Knights Press. I’m excited for that. That is a goal that I have been working toward for several years. I am in the process of…

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    Jack The Ripper

    Summer has changed. Shadows walk loudly
    through the forest.
    I never thought I could multiply this way, but
    you help me heat the sun. Now I’m locked
    in the middle of a road
    that I don’t know,
    your feet planted in front of my knees.

    A door falls asleep. I meant it for life.
    Poisoned fruit for useless tongues. Then your
    taste proved me wrong.
    I lay on my back
    and watch the morning cry. I made the forest
    lie, but you’ve been lucky.

    Jack the Ripper crossed the river and hung
    up my soul. Now I chase the dark for you.

    How To Sleep In A Gutter When You’re Not Dead

    Curl up raw, stranger. Where is your
    husband’s thick pockets?
    You must be one of those different

    I’m dead on my feet, you’re
    sleeping in the gutter. Five days
    in February – we both struggle.

    Half a dozen snowflakes
    ring the city, one man
    hangs high above the river
    two blocks down –

    I can’t get my gown down
    when I hear the secrets –
    you shiver under the ice
    and I like it,

    biting my bottom lip, I’m nervous
    for the next move.
    Who’s it to be? Me or You?
    All is well and dead on this side
    but you look alive –
    try to get a grip around your neck, but
    you slump over
    the cold.

    Where did he go with his large gloves?
    Are you beating like a cat fish or more
    like drums?
    Your colour is looking frozen.
    Don’t pull those tears off too early or
    you won’t recognize me.

    I’m sorry for you, sister, losing
    in this land, but when I see your secrets,
    I tremble from a cursed realm
    and I am ready to fade into the big city,
    9 o’clock,
    locked up with something like a vacuum cleaner
    and let you go.


    Today I have a theme. I am cardboard, Earth truly is flat.
    We lay, either way, recycled by
    the Sun.
    If you met him, you would know how he melts rocks
    in one gaze. His superpower
    is ignited –
    and we all will lose.

    I eat paper waiting for the fat.
    I don’t know if I exist,
    and does it matter?

    To some, maybe. But then I hear the voices
    rushing by something
    I guess it’s all about being a pretty rock

    on the way to the Sun? Forgive me. I am ignorant.
    That’s just not enough.

    Little Golden Girl

    Sounds like you are lost
    right behind where you are almost are
    What are you doing here?
    Swiping what I have to say about that?
    It is I,
    making sure that no thieves take the golden honey
    from the hives.

    We all are natural friends to befriend
    the bees, but you have lost your way.
    On the way, your treasure melts
    away into a way to let go.
    You’re almost there, save me!

    Honey for everybody!
    I hope I never see another world
    covered in seagulls.
    The bees are enough for me.
    Little golden girl
    you are perfect
    in your comb
    waiting for the right time to
    find your way to where you almost
    can be.


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