Sale still ongoing-deals now!!
Four of my poetry & artist chapbooks will be on kindle-countdown sales starting Friday March 27, 2015.
The first is called,”Lavender Surprise: poems and artwork”
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Sale still ongoing-deals now!!
Four of my poetry & artist chapbooks will be on kindle-countdown sales starting Friday March 27, 2015.
The first is called,”Lavender Surprise: poems and artwork”
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Free Downloads Still available-
Three Free Artist and Poetry Chapbooks by Emily Sturgill will be available starting tomorrow Thursday March 26, 2015.
The first one was my first self-published art and poetry chapbook, “Sex in the kitchen sink: poetry and artwork.” (2013. Emily Sturgill)
To download a FREE copy visit this link HERE:
The second one was written around Earth day and is called, “Once, I was Rain.”
The third one is called “Red Bones.”
I recently just wrapped up final revisions to my second Poetry Anthology, “Dredging up Demeter: An Autumn Anthology.” Edited by Emily Sturgill (2015) I also submitted the manuscript to become an on-demand paperback with http://www.createspace.com. The paperback version will be 8 x 11.5 and 62 pages long with colored images. It is looking like the price will be only $16.99, which is lower than I was anticipating! Anyways, to celebrate the release of both the paperback & the revised ebook, I am offering the kindle version as a free promotional download starting April 2, 2015-April 6, 2015.
This second anthology would have never in a million years occurred to me if it were not for the success of the first Anthology project I did along with 19 other poets last May, called”Help Wanted: Poets please apply.” (2014) Edited by Emily Sturgill. So I am also going to offer that one up for free download too! Starting April 1,2015-April 5,2015. So you can download both these two wonderful ebook anthologies of poetry for FREE at no cost to you.
HERE are some links for both anthologies:
This is the first anthology “Help Wanted: poets please apply”:
This is the second anthology “Dredging up Demeter.”:
The 1st is regularly priced at 99 cents. The 2nd is priced at $3.33 but the first week in April both will be FREE to download.
In exchange for being FREE, I am just tossing it out there that all my poets worked very hard on each book so if you do download either one it would be very lovely if you submit a review of one or both anthologies. Some of my poets are being published for the very first time and feedback on their work would be very appreciated by them. I would also appreciate feedback on either title. After you download either book, you can use the same links above to submit a review I believe? These collections are both very diverse and unique created by very talented poets. I am so proud that they allowed me to publish their material. Anyways, they are both equally wonderful and you should consider downloading them to check out these poetry collections.
Lastly this is a sneak peek at the paperback book cover for the new anthology: UPDATE As of 3/27/15 This paperback is available at the Createspace Store HERE is a link to buy:
https://www.createspace.com/5396889
The Mythology behind being female:
Emily Sturgill
Thursday, March 26, 2015
The Mythology behind being female:
We are taught from the time
we are very little that what matters most
is how you look on the outside
not how you really feel.
Are you pretty enough?
No, well then we have lots of stuff
let’s add some eyeliner, lipstick and a bit of blush.
Do not dress like a tomboy or wear your sweatpants
outside the house.
Do not forget to paste a smile and pretend it’s all better
because all those teardrops darling
will turn to rust
because it’s the outside the matters most
it’s the pastel shingles on your exterior house
do not show them your true colors
don’t display fear like a mouse
don’t throw tantrums like children do
it’s unbecoming beneath the beauty
of you.
The Mythology behind being female:
Do not forget to paste a smile and pretend it’s all better
because all those teardrops darling
will turn to rust.
The mythology of being female
suggests a magical facade, and a white picket fence.
Girls should never get angry, defensive or dirty.
Girls should always play nice.
But sometimes the wildness in me
unleashes a feminist and I feel
like my exterior has cracks, my mascara runs, I get angry
I cry easily, I put on those ugly sweatpants
and I refuse to act lady like.
I embrace all my curves, the ones I was “taught”
are called ugly or fat.
The Mythology behind being female:
Sometimes despite the Mythology of being Female
I get annoyed, I get outraged, and I fight back.
against all the stereotypes that say
I should always put others first.
I should always play nice.
I should look pretty
and put a smile of my face.
because sometimes even when
I am trying to blend in
even when I am attempting to be
the ideal perfect version of me?
sometimes I just do not care at all.
Do not forget to paste a smile and pretend it’s all better
because all those teardrops darling
will turn to rust, then what comes next?
Nobody likes hanging out with a hurricane.
Nobody enjoys an un-lady like version
of crass, profane, selfish, uncompassionate
messy looking, emotional lunacy
a loud version of profanity
and ultimately a vulgar shadow
of a hysterical woman
this collides with the Mythology of being
female.
Moody music & black coffee
as I rush up
the morning greets me.
Mother in laws
unhappy & her screaming
gets to me.
So I put on a CD of Goth type
moody music & drink black coffee
if I hide upstairs she won’t see me
if i hide upstairs I can pretend
she’s not so unhappy, bristling & angry
at the whole entire everything of her own
personal story & her history.
She is sick right now which
darkens her sky even more
and with all that yelling
she is difficult to ignore.
But I realize you cannot make others happy.
and no matter how hard I try to please
it’s just going to blow up in my face
it’s never going to work out
with her argumentative personality
nothing I say can count.
Also, matter of fact I am sick right now too,
but she lacks the empathy or understanding
that others can also feel sick, no she has to be,
the one worse off & the complete
center of attention.
It bothers me of course-
that I can never catch a break with her.
She lacks the empathy, I once assumed was
a natural part of every single lady.
But she was cast from a different mold.
I try to make her happy but only to
a certain degree because I realize
happiness is virtually impossible
for her, unless she changes her mind
and decides too-to be happy?
Misery is more what’s on her list
& misery loves company-
so she tries to drag me in-into her dramas,
that is why I hide myself
behind a staircase
behind some moody music
and I drink my black coffee
thankful that I am mostly happy
most of the time, anyways.
She is old beyond her years.
She is loud beyond belief,
and I think she needs some happy pills
because she never has relief.
Moody music & black coffee
as I rush up
the morning greets me.
Four of my poetry & artist chapbooks will be on kindle-countdown sales starting Friday March 27, 2015.
The first is called,”Lavender Surprise: poems and artwork”
Three Free Artist and Poetry Chapbooks by Emily Sturgill will be available starting tomorrow Thursday March 26, 2015.
The first one was my first self-published art and poetry chapbook, “Sex in the kitchen sink: poetry and artwork.” (2013. Emily Sturgill)
To download a FREE copy visit this link HERE:
The second one was written around Earth day and is called, “Once, I was Rain.”
The third one is called “Red Bones.”
Everyone’s a critic
they show their shadow side
unleashed behind the teeth
of a fake smile
they look at what you say, make or do
then they say it could’a been
oh so much better!
I understand and fully believe
in constructive criticisms~but please don’t
tell me these things I make or create
simply don’t work out
or that they plainly suck
when you remind me of the
back seat driver.
When was the last time you actually
made something yourself?
Or created something out of thin air?
Or molded some words into a poem, or a story?
Or made some snazzy drawing-still counts even if
it was made out of lunacy.
Don’t slam me for my efforts.
It’s unfair.
It’s not constructive criticisms.
It’s more like your just unimpressed
with any of my mundane efforts.
Why are people so quick to focus
on failures, or negatives or the bad & the ugly?
Love me gently…
Love me loyally, love me silently and love me strongly.
Love me boldly.
Love me because you dare
to know me.
Love me gently…
as we whisper quietly.
Love me loyally, love me truthfully and love me dearly.
Love me as if you cherish me, even on the days you
do not.
Love me gently, love me with laughter and love me strongly.
Love me boldly.
Love me because you dare
to know me.
Because I will love you back
with all of my insanity, all of my sincere cracks in stability, somehow
I will channel all of my wildest moods
into the form of deeply loving you
and I will always be there
unless I get lost, on my way
of trying to come home to you.
I will love you loudly, soulfully and soundly.
I will love you gently too..
despite anything that comes between
me and you.
For you are my man & the only one
who really understands.
please just don’t stop
loving me, love me gently
so I do not break in half
like a cracked broken doll or
an empty ocean shell
please love me gently
and I will love you back,
totally
& completely
(although that probably sounds a bit creepy-it’s not, it’s just my way of talking-to say that I love you with everything I got…)
By Emily Sturgill 3/25/15
Sadness grabbed there first
before I know what she was.
Sadness grabbed my heart She left
a white marked
trail
along the paths of veins and arteries.
ghostly fingers imprinted her mark
of fine woven sandy fingerprints
of the shadow of
an invisible sadness.
Sadness was a secret sister to me
she held me silently
even on all the days
I wept both crazy and madly.
Sadness she was with me
through everything
almost at all.
She cast a sudden sharp shadow
upon my happiest moments and
memories-She colored the most beautiful of days
into grayness colored ashes
the cremation of happiness
into an ugly urn
only I could see, while because Sadness
She touched me first there.
She grabbed my small heart
and left a lingering loneliness,
She left a longing for
teardrops unspent
a lingering romance
with her own tormentor and invention
a man in a blacken smog suit
some call
by the name
Depression.