Anniversary Song-

A few days ago,

WordPress.com thanked me and

offered congratulations on writing this blog,

for two years now.

I cannot believe how much,

this strange, wacky, little blog

of mostly weird poetry,

has become so darn important to me.

To have that sensation of merely

scrawling graffiti on a bathroom stall

to realizing that someone is actually

reading your words,

paying some attention at all-

it is and remains rather

amazing to me.

That others might read, connect or even pay

any attention to me~it is a strange random fruit

a piece of delicacy.

I want to thank all my readers,

for jumping into the unknown with me.

For reading, for commenting, for bestowing

any attention to my small world

of poetry.

That has been the most wonderful surprise

of all. To be able to connect through the maze of the

internet, with readers, with other writers, with other poets,

with anybody ever at all.

I celebrate this anniversary with all of you.

If no one ever paid any attention,

I would have just faded out into

the abyss.

Thank you each and all of you

for ever bothering to peek

into my bathroom stall

and read my graffiti-

loosely scribbled poetry

my words

on this

wall.

Still accepting poets for Autumn Poetry Anthology: Update

I am still working on the cover art. Right now, I have a total of six poets interested, I am going to list them by first name only if you do not see your name & have already submitted please email me. If you wish to join us I am extending the deadline for at least another two weeks.

The list of current poets involved are: Leesa, Carrie,Omavi,Celestine,Bianca and Emily-(me)-

So Far the Cover Art looks like this:

Dredging upDemeter Cover 2

I’m looking for at least 10-15 poets in total. It depends on how many are interested -then I can determine how many poems per poet. Right now I am thinking of at least three poems, but perhaps as many as four poems per poet? Any suggestions would be helpful with this process.

If the interest stays this small, I might even expand to five poems per poet-that will be up for debate among the previous six other poets listed above. I was hoping for a larger selection. But I must admit even if it winds up a smaller anthology-that wonderful things still can come in small packages.

I am more than willing to accept new poets! The basic themes are still the same. I am leaning towards dividing the book in half like I did with my previous project. The first time I just ordered each poem in the order it was emailed to me in the first half of our project. In the second half I put all the remaining poems grouped by each individual poet. We did also include small bio statements which we may not do this time-I’m going to leave it up to my poets-if they wish to do this again or not?

The themes are:

1. Autumn

2. Seasonal Holidays: Halloween, Day of the Dead, Samhain, Thanksgiving perhaps I should also include? Christmas and Winter Solstice here as well...?

3. Changing of Seasons: Summer into Fall or Fall into Winter

If you wish to be included? It is easy. Just email me a poem on one of the above themes. The Deadline is either Dec 1st or when I reach around 20 poets. Then I will ask for at least 2 poems possibly 3 more poems for each poet. If I do not reach that many poets- I am just extending our deadline by another two weeks So Dec 16th, 2014. Hopefully we can complete this project by sometime in Early Jan or Feb 2015.

My email is:

sexinthekitchensink@hotmail.com or holisticartworks@gmail.com Please put Poetry Anthology 2 in subject line or Dredging up Demeter.”

 

Autumn Anthology: still accepting Poems & Poets

This was first posted a few weeks ago. So far, I have roughly four or five poets who are interested. I am still accepting poetry entries until Dec 1st or until I reach a maximum number of poets. I’m looking for at least 10-15 poets in total. It depends on how many are interested -then I can determine how many poems per poet. Right now I am thinking of at least three poems, but perhaps as many as four poems per poet? Any suggestions would be helpful with this process.

 

“Last night I made an executive decision for a title. I basically like “Dredging up Demeter: Autumn Anthology of Poetry.” I did some basic artwork based upon this theme.

Anthology Autumn Artwork1 Anthology Autumn Artwork Cover rough1 So far I have a total of five poets if I am including myself!! I am eager for more poets to join in-whether you were one of my poets in the first anthology OR not!! I am more than willing to accept new poets! The basic themes are still the same. I am leaning towards dividing the book in half like I did with my previous project. The first time I just ordered each poem in the order it was emailed to me in the first half of our project. In the second half I put all the remaining poems grouped by each individual poet. We did also include small bio statements which we may not do this time-I’m going to leave it up to my poets-if they wish to do this again or not?

The themes are:

1. Autumn

2. Seasonal Holidays: Halloween, Day of the Dead, Samhain, Thanksgiving perhaps I should also include? Christmas and Winter Solstice here as well…?

3. Changing of Seasons: Summer into Fall or Fall into Winter

If you wish to be included? It is easy. Just email me a poem on one of the above themes. The Deadline is either Dec 1st or when I reach around 20 poets. Then I will ask for at least 2 poems possibly 3 more poems for each poet. My email is:

sexinthekitchensink@hotmail.com or holisticartworks@gmail.com Please put Poetry Anthology 2 in subject line or Dredging up Demeter.”

 

Thankful for the Pain.

Thankful for this pain,

as it reminds me of my humanity,

it reminds me of my own weaknesses,

it reminds me to feel grateful

for the days when the pain

finally departs.

 

Thankful for this pain,

because it allows me

to have more empathy,

for those with chronic pain,

who may even suffer-Daily.

My pain comes and goes

something like a tidal wave-

but at least eventually it

recedes back into my background.

 

Thankful for this pain,

it reminds me that I am REAL,

and still here, kicking and screaming-

but Alive-none the less.

Grateful for when the day comes when

I no longer waken like this.

And thankful that I am not

one who deals with this much pain daily.

Because some people do, have much chronic pain

& also many misunderstood illnesses.

 

Thankful for this pain,

at least it keeps me humble.

I know I cannot do everything all by myself,

all the time-and that sometimes even the

strongest folks need their rest.

Sometimes it is ok to be sick,

and even stay in bed all day.

If nothing else, this pain promotes,

Self-reflection.

 

At least I know,

that out there somewhere,

there is at least one other woman

who might read this and understand.

It is something few men can comprehend.

(but i happened to marry a good one, he tries to understand)

Thankful for this pain,

for it allows me a connection to other women

thus afflicted

to reach out to them and say,

yes, I know exactly what you

mean and yes, I totally

understand.

http://endometriosis.org/support/support-groups/

http://www.endometriosisassn.org/benefits.html

http://endometriosis.org/resources/articles/myths/

 

 

Pain in Poetry

My pain

can be described in pieces

and parts of

the puzzle

of poetry.

 

My pain it comes

in rivers, waves, oceans

full of moon red blood

as my cycle

comes crashing down onto me-

smashing my body

into destroyed desperate pieces.

 

My pain can be colored

through the vivid imagery

of simple poetry.

 

My pain can be heard

as crying, sobbing until finally

it lapsed into silence-

completely,

eating all my words away

stealing all my thoughts

I become an empty

vessel of so much pain

I spill my contents, I pour frustration

and girlish rage

silently

soaking my inner feelings

upon a helpless

rage.

 

To understand why,

I struggle so vainly,

with my uterus mainly

and a monthly cycle

that entraps my endometrial lining

molds it like clay, into scar tissue, ovarian cysts, fibroids

and a tissue filled maze, stock full of pain.

 

I call this pain

my endometriosis,

an illness vastly misunderstood-

some people imply

this is just part

of womanhood.

by Emily Sturgill 11/21/14

http://endometriosis.org/resources/articles/myths/

Camera Acrylic painting done by me 10 yrs prior to diagnosis, E.H. Cato, 1996, Canvas board 11×14. All rights reserved.

Still 9 more days, enter for your chance to win….

There are still 9 more days to enter for your chance to win one of five signed copies of my second Artist chapbook,”Art, Art, Art!!! Before Words.” Volume Two. by Emily Sturgill (2014)

Follow this link below to the http://www.goodreads.com site to enter this giveaway. It ends on Dec 1, 2014.

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The babble bustle of the Morning:

The babble bustle of the Morning-

As I wake up I move so

slow, and my mind does wander

on if I wish to write Today

and where my mind should

go?

 

The babble bustle of my Morning,

my Mother in Law is already

loudly screaming.

As often She tends to do

whenever our dogs are barking

She flips the heck out.

 

If I could talk to her

rationally, I would explain that

Dogs do bark and its silly

to get angry.

In fact my husband & myself

prefer that our dogs bark naturally-

as that was in the job they were

hired on for, to guard our house

sincerely.

 

But with Her,

there is no rationality.

So I do not waste my breath.

I let her morning screaming

go on and simply fade into

my morning background,

I ignore the unrest.

 

With Morning comes,

slow inspiration

it drips as slow

as my dripped coffee

which my body requires neatly,

just as a car requires

gasoline.

 

So I go downstairs to

face the barking dogs

to face the screaming Widow too

I go downstairs to make my

coffee & then I will bring

a cup filled with dark blackness

and crawl back into my liar

my dragons den

of a bedroom.

 

Here I will drink my coffee

and allow my thoughts

to percolate

I will try my best to tune out

all the noise, and find a place of mind,

to meditate.

 

Then I will write.

I will

babble

bustle

burst

with words, images,& poetry

which will make total sense

to almost Nobody.

 

Yet it pleases me

to do so.

To write, to mold the words like clay

into something solid

like ideas, creativity and all the junk

that comes with the art

of writing simple poetry.

The Pathway of the Sun:

The Pathway of the Sun:

Morning arises slowly

as The pathway of the Sun

inches across the Sky,

leaving ribbons of colored streaks

which grow and expand

into a glorious blaze of Sunrise.

 

The pathway of the Sun:

Morning arises quickly

as people tumble out of

their beds, like crazed tumbleweeds.

Trying to fit into the suit

of each of their lives

as quickly as possible

to get to the places they must go to

as fast as humanly possible.

 

The pathway of the Sun:

Morning arises quietly

Nobody hears the color of light

yet it changes quite

rapidly

from a Sunrise

into Blue Skies with velvet white

frosted clouds.

 

The pathway of the Sun:

Morning dies down daily

as quick as it awakens, it breathes, it grows

into Sunshine filled days

exposed by Time & each time

the Sun fights back He only

manages to die down into

the colors of twilight and  He

gives in to the Epiphany of

Starlight.

 

The pathway of the Sun:

To rise and fall each day always,

until our time runs out.

Have you ever wondered?

What motivates the Sun,

so that he does not give up completely

and just burn out?

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight:

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight:

by Emily Sturgill, 11/13/14

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

and the sun begins to sink

softly slowing it rolls

away shrinking in fear

from the Creature Wind

& the might of the chill

of Michigan’s November Twillight.

The Sun disappears into a Mist

of storm clouds and scattered snowflakes.

And yet the Moon, for her the time is just

not right.

Because, When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

For hours the Moon, herself too, remains hidden,

out of sight, and grayness covers everything.

The grayness of twilight, envelopes the Sky.

The Stars hide too because of the crisp

November chill to the Air.

And,  When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

you better hang onto your horses tightly,

you better take a deep breath & wait

as the Day becomes united

with the evening Sky,

and even the earliest Star twinkles upon

its own time frame

it glistens only with in

the limits of its very own

simple hourglass.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

that is when the Poems finally appear

whispering their rambling murmurs

indirectly in my ear.

the words rattle,buzz, and hum

complete nonsense

making no sense to anyone else but me.

They are not an audible presence but rather

a shape-shifting ghost of a thought.

I reach out for the words

at my brains edges and grab them up

like fists full of dirt.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

There is no better Muse

than the Kali Goddess with multiple arms

filled with twilight, nightfall, fading sunlight

disappearing Stars, a Self-conscious Sister Moon

and fist fulls of poems with edges

of dirt and roots

composed entirely of grass.

A sharpen spear, a skull with cross bones & a touch

of fear.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

You better be careful.

You better be nice. Don’t tread on that water,

it’s turning to ice.

There is no better Muse,

then a warrior Goddess, with many caring hands

to curl up the world and carry her

like a token favor won

in a feverish struggle between

Kali the Mother Goddess

and Kali the Goddess of War.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

I close my eyes.

I open my heart.

I feel the breath of a dragon.

I feel the chill in the air.

I open my eyes

and I close up my heart

Kail is here with me

She guides me blindly

into the direction

of Art.

.57          Note:  This  image was downloaded off internet, I downloaded it only for personal use-like a background image or screensaver- I have no copy write to this image- this is NOT one of my own Art pieces.

& unfortunately I misplaced what site or artist made this. I only am “borrowing” image because it is so very beautiful.

A poetry reading from my most recent chapbook,”Red Bones.” Emily Sturgill, 2014

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This title “Red Bones” can be bought following this link HERE:

The kindle version is only $2.99. The paperback version is $16.99 and is also available from these sellers: Amazon.com, Create space Store,Barnes &Nobles, and in some libraries. To get it from Barnes & Nobles or your local library you will need to request that they order a copy. As a self-published author, I am still somewhat new to all of this & do not yet have any professional publisher-and the availability-that comes with all of that. I’m just a small girl living in a small world. I hope you enjoy this video, sincerely, Emily