Book Giveaways Still Ongoing

My most recent release is a poetry chapbook on the topic of Endometriosis. Endo affects as many as one in ten women during puberty up until their childbearing years are over. It is a very painful condition with lack of research being funded for what causes the disease-although there are many theories-and there is no known cure.

My book of poems is written from the viewpoint of having this invisible illness and having its severe form stage IV-four.

Endo impacts a woman’s ability to bear children, it can cause infertility and miscarriages.

Anyways, I am giving away one signed autographed copy through the Good Reads program.

Here is a link to enter: https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/135617-don-t-watch-me-bleed-confessions-of-a-uterus-in-pain-poetry

Another giveaway is still ongoing-my short story, prose, art and poetry book-also published this month-

“A Mandala that happened on the way to a car crash and other stories.” Emily Sturgill (2015) is still available to enter to win one of two copies being signed and raffled off.

That link is here:

https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/133633-a-mandala-that-happened-on-the-way-to-a-car-crash-other-stories

That giveaway started on April 7, 2015 and it ends on May 7, 2015. The first giveaway mentioned above just started on April 20 and runs until June 18,2015.

Book books are also available to purchase as paperbacks or as the more affordable Ebook option.

All my books can be found on my Amazon.com’s Author page:

http://www.amazon.com/Emily-Sturgill/e/B00B1GC5LY

My endo book of poetry-the ebook-has a slightly different title and a different book cover than the paperback but all the inside material is exactly the same. The ebook only costs $2.99

Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/Dont-make-bleed-Confessions-Uterus-ebook/dp/B00VOIHPO6/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

My ebook of short stories is only $4.73

Here is a link to buy:

http://www.amazon.com/Mandala-happened-crash-other-stories-ebook/dp/B00VJJDKRG/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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Kindle Countdown Deals-poetry and artists chapbooks from Emily Sturgill

I have two upcoming Kindle countdown deals. The first one starts tomorrow August 8, 2014. It will run until August 15th, 2014. The name of the book is “Do not cry me a River of Crocodile Tears.” It was published last summer. It is an Art and Poetry chapbook. It will be on sale on Amazon.co.UK site during that time. However it will be on kindle countdown in the USA starting September 12-September 19, 2014. During tat entire time the price will drop from $3.99 to just .99 cents.HERE is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/not-cry-River-Crocodile-Tears-ebook/dp/B00DRN85YA/ref=sr_1_12_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407432121&sr=1-12

The other Promo is a USA promo. Starting August 9-August 16,2014 My e-book called “Mythology seen through metaphor: word salad 1.5” will be reduced to just 99 cents the entire time. It is also an Artist and Poetry Chapbook. It did receive some very positive reviews. If you feel like checking it out HERE is a LINK:

http://www.amazon.com/Mythology-through-Metaphor-Emily-Sturgill-ebook/dp/B00B4YM5GS/ref=sr_1_3_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407432121&sr=1-3

As with all my poetry and artist chapbooks if you do decide to invest your 99 cents-I would really love to hear your opinion, feedback and thoughts on the book you read. You can use the same links as above to submit a review or visit my Authors page at: http://www.amazon.com/author/emilysturgill

Thanks for reading this! Sincerely Emily Sturgill.

Not my circus, not my monkeys…

An old proverb
has been circling the
cybersphere lately…
Not my circus, not my monkeys.

I ponder its meaning.
As I re-examine
lost souls in my life.

sometimes the drama
is much too great
much too overwhelming
to engage in.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.
As I imagine cotton candy
high wire acts, a circus of
clowns.

Sometimes you can care
for a person quite
a lot but you do not
wish to go down the dark
hole of a tunnel
within them.

You try to lend
a helping hand
to lead them out of their darkness.

but as you try to grasp
for them their hand
just disappears and vanishes
into deep depression.

and its like a tornado
has a hold of them
and they are trying to
pull you down with their ship
like someone who is
only interested
in drowning.

and then you whisper
shellshocked,
not my circus.
not my monkeys.

Ode to Red

Ode to Red-

the color of passion
the color of heat
the color of paint on my
bedroom walls.

the color of Apples
the color of lipstick
the color of pain.

the color of new womanhood
the color of nail polish
the color of the fastest car
on the block.

Red is the color
of Anger
of Vanity
of Love
of Lust
of Sex

and all the rest.
love

Red is
the color of a new day
beginning to dawning.

Red is the color
of rubies
of jewels
of revenge
of Power

of kissing

but most of all,
Red is the color of
my beating heart
whenever it is missing
You.

Red is the color of Birth.
and Red is:

the color of passion
the color of heat
the color of paint on my
bedroom walls.

the color of Apples
the color of lipstick
the color of pain.

the color of new womanhood
the color of nail polish
the color of the fastest car
on the block.

but most of all,
Red is the color of
my beating heart
whenever it is missing
You.

Red is the color of Birth.
Each day that we awaken,
we are born anew.
we are struggling
with only
the re-birthing process

like caterpillar to butterfly
Each day we change and become
something re-born, something mighty, something
as large and lonely
as Hope.

Each day we shed our sins
we shed our snakeskins
and begin again with the coming
Dawn

and the color Red.

but most of all,
Red is the color of
my beating heart
whenever it is missing
You.

Cold Coffee

Cold Coffee-5/23/14

Coffee’s getting cold.
As I sit here,
thinking
Bold…
Color combinations upon
a broken painter’s palette.

Coffee’s getting cold.
As I sit here,
feeling old…
nothing is so fleeting
as Life is Stealing
years and years from Us All,

beginning each and everyday
the thief of time
steals of years away.

but I regress…
Coffee’s getting cold.
Black liquid velvet dripping
into a cup, a cup that holds
love.

This coffee cup
from which I sip
once belong to my long-dead
Mother.

I treasure it because
it was once hers.

But Coffee’s getting cold,
as I just sit here
thinking
drinking black coffee
thinking my life away

piece by piece
word by word
poem by poem

a whisper in
the wind
lies unheard.

but…

Coffee’s getting cold.

My Mama when she was young

My Mama when she was young

Help Wanted: Poets please apply…

I am just tumbling the idea of a collection of poetry of some of my own poems, but also publishing some poetry of some of my http://www.wordpress.com friends. I am unsure of how to go about doing such an anthology? Especially as far as earning any profits…To be fair, I am not looking to cash in on anybody elses’s talents. Instead I like the idea of several of us poets coming together and creating a self published anthology of poetry MORE for self-expression and Self-exposure, publicity if you will….It’s just an idea in the rough.

But I am thinking maybe X amount of poets & 3 poems each + a short auto-bio of each poet and links to other published works or links to poets blog or website…

If this idea appeals to anybody please send me a sample poem and an email introduction to:
sexinthekitchensex@hotmail.com

If I edited this type of book for kindle I would probably price it very low like .99 cents for the ebook.
I’m not too sure if this even interests anybody? But I know some of the poets i follow here have yet to be published. Perhaps being included in an anthology would give them the well needed push to self publish their own stuff.

My proposals is simple-email me a single poem and the first 20 poet’s poems I receive will be asked to be part of this collection. Deadline is whenever I receive 20 entry emails or let’s say the Summer Solstice June 21st Midnight EST. If you are selected-via-I receive 20 poems-I will email those poets ASAP and you will need to submit just 2 more poems and a short auto-bio poet statement.

Well then, let see if there are any fishes biting? Let the Games begin!!

chapbook | dear Georgia. mother is a tornado

chapbook | dear Georgia. mother is a tornado.

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5.0 out of 5 stars For every child of a tornado: brilliant and bold poetry., May 4, 2014
By Emily H. Sturgill “Emily Sturgill”
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This is a fairly short collection, yet it leaves the reader wanting more.Usually I do not buy very short e-books, but both her cover art and her title really impressed me. Fortunately,I could not ignore the little voices in my head saying please and why not? Also it is economically priced at just 99 cents. Nothing however, could prepare me for the Slam of her poetry or the Strength in her imagery. From the very first poem I was hooked. This first poem describes: “spinning throat exposed & on fire.She sounds like a mother but mother can’t be this chaos,….” The vivid imagery of a fire breathing out of control Mother, a Mother of chaos..Wow. And from there on the poems just got better and better.

Stacy Michelle is a very talented writer. I really look forward to checking out her blog on […] and to start following her blog myself-just to see more work, by this powerful poetess. Stacy’s blog can be found here: http://thelanguagewespeak.wordpress.com

Tip-toe through the daisies

It’s cold here.

So then, I close my eyes

and I imagine things.

I imagine that I

can tip-toe through the daisies

which lie buried under deep snow

I imagine them bloom, and-

then I imagine them grow

into a sea

of devastation

a sea of utter raw beauty-

you would agree,

if you could just, only close your eyes

and tip-toe through the daisies-

C’mon old man winter,

I am ready for you to stop following me.

I am ready for a sea full of daisies

and the beauty they may bring

a rarity called

Spring.

Check out my other blog too!

I also have a much smaller and highly neglected blog at blogspot: here is a link: http://dirtyfilthybutterflyblues.blogspot.com/2014/02/memories.html

Please Feel free to check it out. There are only about 84 posts on that one. For a while I tried doing both at once, but I get forgetful and I love wordpress so very much it is hard to remind myself to write on the other blog too!

But the poems there are different then the poems here-for the most part at least!

The Waitress served Wisdom.

The Waitress served a hot steaming plate

full of hot open-faced roast beef sandwiches covered in gravy

with a large side order of wisdom.

I never asked for the wisdom-

She just bore it all down upon me

like a welcoming rain

in the hottest heat of summer when there’s been

nothing but draught.

I was doing light reading on medicine and blessings-

putting pieces together

all shimmery and faint.

She caught me off guard with her chatter.

She was older than I

and she was weathered both

by age and time.

Beneath her carved out wrinkles

her eyes seemed to swell upwards-

even twinkle.

She seemed impossibly knowledgable

in things bizarre and highly improbable.

Yet it was wisdom just the same.

You would be surprised how much you can learn,

if you are only willing to quiet down

and listen.

Like a gem in the raw

The waitress shone brightly

as she dashed out a double heaping

of old timey wisdom.

I left her a nice tip on the table,

I never did quite catch her name.

I was in far too much of a hurry-

because it had started to Rain.

I never saw her again, but just so you know-

older people have the most wonderful tales to tell

and they will share them with you,

if you ask a few questions and show them sincere respect,

the are full of all sorts of answers

you just would not expect.

The waitress severed Wisdom.