As some of you may or may have not noticed besides writing on this blog, I also self-publish my own books using Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing platform. At last count, I have published 22 of them since Jan 2013.
Well, book No.21 is available as a FREE paperback Good Reads.com giveaway item.
Here is a link to sign up:
The paperback cover is on the left. The paperback is 54 pages and 6 x9 white pages with colored images. The kindle version is shown on the right. On kindle it costs just $4.73 HERE is the kindle link: http://www.amazon.com/Mandala-happened-crash-other-stories-ebook/dp/B00VJJDKRG/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
The paperback is $15.99.
HERE is the Book’s description off of Amazon.com:
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. Scared of course to jump in and swim, terrified not to at least give it the ole-fashioned try.
And HERE is it’s first review:
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By socrates on April 16, 2015
I loved the cover of the book, as is “Photo of Nightmare Monster”, the photo above There Is Noone Else, “To all the Women I’ve Loved Before”, and “Selfie”. All of the poems have beauty in their own way. My favorite poem in this work is Surface. She creates a personal list of things to be grateful for at the end of the book, which I believe everyone can benefit from creating their own so bravo to the author for reminding us of this and giving us an idea of how to approach it.
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:
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!!
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
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
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-
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
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.
The cycle of Life
is such that we all Live but someday
we all die too.
I am making it sounds so simplistic-
yet nothing could be farther than true.
The cycle of our Lives is in constant motion.
Ever changing, ever growing, nothing in fact
ever stays exactly the same.
Each day we are living, we must strive
to remind ourselves to enjoy
this journey we are on
for time stops for no one.
Sometimes simple truths are the best,
Live each and everyday
to its fullest; ignore the rest.
The cycle of life is a curious thing.
Nobody has a map to bring, nor directions,
if we falter.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to live in
the Here and Now, but exactly what is our
choice or option? To dwell in the distortions of our past,
or to linger in the unknown ever unfolding future,
Or merely breathe in
and enjoy these moments of Life rooted in the present,
before time runs out and
Regrets loom large?
Nobody knows the pathway of mortality,
we are born, we live and then someday we will die.
I do not have any wisdom, nor answers,
I cannot explain why.
I just accept this to be a universal truth.
Appreciate the moments of Today for tomorrow
is not promised and the past we cannot change
the key is to living Life to the fullest
in each moment that you can claim.
It’s just the Cycle of Life.
Beneath the depths by Emily H. sturgill
written on sunday 11/10/13
Beneath the Depths-
off the deep end, the depth,
of a Dog.
a Jaded wish, golden green
Staring, down the barrel of
Trust, as a Daydream.
Drawing Pictures of Picasso’s Peace-Motion.
Cover me in Oceans,
as the birds form,
my Sister’s Staircase.
Covered in sea-shells and glistening
She escaped Michigan,
for the Sunrise of Florida,
and the promises of Eternal
Here in Michigan,
I will stay, staring down,
another Detroit Daydream.