an iny_tRo_ duction

an iny_tRo_ duction.

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Gimme a taste:

Gimme me a taste of this:

by Emily H. Sturgill 5/6/15

The color of honeydew

plush inside, hard on the outside.

Inside the soft firm pastel of

peach..

I try but its so hard to reach!

Gimme a taste of this:

what is this strange fruit?

What is this strange splice-

this thing called

Happiness…this mysterious?

nice?

Gimme a taste of this

the secret of spice.

the strange sound

of my own voice’s

laughter.

oh dear what is this matter?

this strangely

sweet desire.

Gimme a taste of this

this strange fruit

softly sweet colored peach,

something yummy to eat,

hard as a rock

on its shell.

cracked open the aroma

this sweet smell…

Gimme a taste of this:

the crackling of laughter

the glow inside

of joy

the noise of music

the aroma of something nice

to wear as a cloak

of musty spice.

Gimme a taste of this:

happiness.

it’s been out of reach,

just so long-now finally

i can pull you closer

and welcome you

into somewhere nice.

Endometriosis please stop! Your killing me….

Here is a link that describes this invisible, random and rare illness I have. I have stage 4 the most severe.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/abby-norman/this-is-what-endometriosi_b_5704273.html

Words cannot express:

Words cannot express

Words can tear me down

or

Words can lift me up

but words can never express-all this pain i feel.

this pain is REAL.

this pain is kinda, sorta, A BIG DEAL.

Words cannot express

the intensity

the depths

of my

chronic pain.

and i feel

as though i am losing

my mind.

I found a doctor

who will prescribe

a new pain medication.

but we cannot get it filled

until after May 19th

my next menes is due on May 17th

it’s going to suck

but somehow

i will make do

somehow i

will pull through.

in the meantime-

all i ask,

is

please

Endometriosis,

please stop

this pain

is

killing

me,

Pain of plenty

The pain of plenty-

Awoken at 3:30 Am

pain washes over me

i ride it like waves

as a surfer surfs the shore

i ride it until

it don’t hurt no more.

The pain of plenty-

living with a chronic

pain condition

is frightening.

Until it becomes obvious-

most other persons

remain oblivious….

as i try

to just suck it up

like a little

piece of doom and misery-

drunk up with a straw.

And it’s the last,

straw i mean

the one that broke the camels…NO WAIT-

the straw that broke MY OWN back.

and sometimes i do not

handle it very well.

sometimes i do not

handle it well

at all.

instead I just smile

like a cheshire cat

and smoke my nicotine

in cigarettes, instead of a pipe.

I just smile and picture

the innocent people without

my disease, as if

I could whisper it into their ear

and then they could

twist, convulse contort and cry

for a while.

Just imagine all the haters

and the ones who do not believe-

just imagine them twisting into the wind

like a kite and sailing down

into my bloody landscape

my real estate

that’s constantly

up for sale-

somewhere in Hell.

New Book Now Available as a Paperback on Amazon.com & Createspace.com

My new collection of fiction and short stories is called,”A Mandala that happened on the way to a car crash & other Stories.” by Emily H. Sturgill (2015)

This is the paperback link on Amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/Mandala-happened-crash-other-stories/dp/1511564822/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

This is the ebook off of kindle link HERE:

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

This is the paperback on the Createspace Store:

https://tsw.createspace.com/title/5412358

Book Description:

 

List Price: $15.99
6″ x 9″ (15.24 x 22.86 cm)
Full Color on White paper
54 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1511564823 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1511564822
BISAC: Fiction / Short Stories

A short collection of Short Stories, poetry, and artwork. It is a chapbook of Modern surreal fiction this first of its kind by this Author, Artist and Poetess. Emily Sturgill has a BFA in Fine Arts Painting and a Masters of Education in Art Education and Art Therapy.She runs a blog on WordPress.com called,”Sex in the kitchen Sex.” Since 2013 this is her 21 Self-published work. Her other books are listed on her Amazon.com Authors page. Mostly known as artist and poet this is Emily’s first attempts at short stories. Tread lightly, as she is by no means an expert mostly just a novice with one toe dipped in the water as the streams bubbles past…

New Video! Poetry reading from “Dredging up Demeter: An Autumn Anthology.” Free on kindle

Both Anthologies are currently on FREE KINDLE DOWNLOAD:

http://www.amazon.com/Dredging-Demeter-Autumn-Anthology-Poetry-ebook/dp/B00RJFQNH8/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

http://www.amazon.com/Help-Wanted-please-Sturgill-Anthology-ebook/dp/B00L6O5P7C/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

NEW-RELEASE! Short Stories, prose, art, poetry &fiction…NEW book!!

I just released my first attempts in the short story genre.It is not very long, and it supplemented it with art and poetry-It is roughly 53 pages long. I used to stories I wrote during my BFA under-grad program in a creative writing class from 2003. I also wrote a couple new short stories too. It is now available in the kindle store. I am still a waiting approval on my paperback from the Createspace store.

HERE is a link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VJJDKRG

This is a preview of the paperback book cover.

BookCoverPreview Short StoriesApril2015     There is not too much I can say beyond, that this terrifies me. Short stories have always been fun yet intimidatingly daunting to attempt to write. I love to read them myself. But I am uncertain if I am very good at writing them. Proceed reading with extra caution, because I am primarily a painter & a poet. It requires a different mind set to write a good short story. Although, some might argue, if your a good enough writer you can really write anything at all. If that is true?

Wow!! Wonderful….now pardon me, while I go write the next best selling Harlequin Romance or the next must have 50 shades of grey or Harry Potter…..Um, quite possibly I think those types of writing are very popular & possibly quite wonderful but totally beyond my grasp. I do not read those types of books so I doubt highly I could ever write one!!!! But I do write the way I do, in a surrealistic sideways freak-show type of way-warts and all…

If you check out my new kindle book, please,please,please!! Consider leaving me a review or some feedback on this blog post or on my Authors page: http://www.amazon.com/author/emilysturgill/

Thank you for your time reading this!! Sincere thanks, Emily

Moody Music and black coffee…

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.

Free ebook Promos Starting March 26-March 30 2015

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:

http://www.amazon.com/Sex-kitchen-sink-poetry-art-ebook/dp/B00AY8B0ES/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

The second one was written around Earth day and is called, “Once, I was Rain.”

http://www.amazon.com/Once-was-Rain-Emily-Sturgill-ebook/dp/B00CFPWVUA/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

The third one is called “Red Bones.”

http://www.amazon.com/Red-Bones-Artwork-Emily-Sturgill-ebook/dp/B00NTMG460/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 

Everyone’s a critic

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?