Upcoming New Release:Update Available soon!Red Bones…!!

My most recent poetry and artist chapbook is already out on paperback but will be released on the kindle this coming Tuesday. It is called “Red Bones.” with a subtitle of Poetry and Artwork. It is my 18 or 19th? publication.

Here is a link to the paperback:  https://www.createspace.com/5013532   (Please Scroll below for Kindle Link & info:)

List Price: $16.99
8.5″ x 11″ (21.59 x 27.94 cm)
Full Color on White paper
68 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1502473684 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1502473682
BISAC: Poetry / Women Authors

This is a collection of roughly 33 poems centering on the theme loosely based on the color Red. Colors often invoke images and feelings. Imagery and emotions are the very fabric which poets create poetry. Color invites thought,form and concrete notions. I decided to focus on Red as it is one of my favorites. I can only hope my artwork along side my poetry can inspire or touch readers in a thoughtful focused way. Let’s explore the world of Red, its texture, it’s feelings, right down to its bones.

It is available as a pre-order off kindle right now, but it will be available to download starting this Tuesday 10/07/14. In either case the kindle price is quite reasonable at just $2.99
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More upcoming Kindle e-book Promotions: Free downloads

Starting Saturday August 9 through August 13, 2014 two of my poetry and artists chapbooks will be absolutely FREE to download. The first one is my first ever publication which was released in Jan 2013. It is called “Sex and the kitchen sink: poetry and art.” by Emily Sturgill, (2013) Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/Sex-kitchen-sink-poetry-art-ebook/dp/B00AY8B0ES/ref=la_B00B1GC5LY_1_16?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407431169&sr=1-16

The other Freebie, is my second E-book of poetry and artwork,it is part of a two part series called “The ravings and Rantings series.” The book is called,”On the Brink letters to the Madness+poems & pictures (Rantings & Ravings Book 1).” Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/letters-Madness-pictures-Rantings-Ravings-ebook/dp/B00B13BO96/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407431339&sr=1-7

Both books combine poetry and original artwork by me.If you take advantage of any of my free downloads-would you please consider submitting a short review? It only takes a few moments of your time, and it would be so helpful to me as both an artist and a poet! You can also review any e-book you download for FREE on Amazon.com-they allow and even encourage you to do that. The feedback is also very helpful to encourage new readers to download and perhaps even buy? some of my poetry and artists chapbooks. You may submit reviews by going back to the links above after you have downloaded any of my e-books. You may also submit reviews on my Author page at Amazon.com: It is http://www.amazon.com/author/emilysturgill. Thank you for reading this! I hope if you download any of my work that you do enjoy it. Thank you!!

By the way my other book, “Art!Art!Art! Before words.” by Emily Sturgill is still FREE until August 10th. Here is a link:

http://www.amazon.com/Art-Before-Words-words-Book-ebook/dp/B00J1QNLYQ/ref=sr_1_11?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1407432121&sr=1-11

That one is primarily an Artist Chapbook. Thanks for taking the time to read this! Have a great and groovy day!

Promo Video: “In love with a word: poetry.” by Emily Sturgill.

above is the link for a promo video of my poetry chapbook,”In love with a word: poetry.” by Emily Sturgill,
http://www.amazon.com/Love-word-Poetry-Emily-Sturgill-ebook/dp/B00K0R9H84/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1404149588&sr=1-1&keywords=In+love+with+a+word%3A+poetry+by+Emily+Sturgill

2014. It is currently on FREE kindle download starting today.

Funky Town

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I painted this watercolor a couple weeks ago.
I just decided to call it Funky Town because all the buildings were in bright bold colors like the Fauves or Renaissance period “Mannerism”.

I wanted to write a poem about it.
But I wanted it to speak for itself.
The wash of colors, the emptiness of a deserted town, the sky
with troubled and smoky clouds
which danced upon the Sky.

I wanted to write a poem about it.
But I wanted it to speak for itself.
Using visual elements, the added texture of watercolor pencils
sketching in at the last possible minute.

I wanted to write a poem about it.
But I wanted it to speak for itself.
I wanted the eye to dance from left to right.
I wanted the shapes to form words
in your heart and onto your lips…

to say what type of details
were just not right.

I wanted to write a poem about it.
But I wanted it to speak for itself.
But it refused to speak and
all the colors clashed
beneath their vivid might.

I wanted to write a poem about it.
But I wanted it to speak for itself.
I wanted to write a poem about it,
but the words just would not
come out right….

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!!

Upcoming Sale on Kindle Starts Tomorrow…Lavender Surprise

Starting tomorrow at 8:00 AM PST, my kindle e-book “Lavender Surprise.” will go on sale being reduced from it’s original price to a mere 99 cents.This is a direct link:http://www.amazon.com/Lavender-Surprise-Emily-Sturgill-ebook/dp/B00BT4QBDG/ref=la_B00B1GC5LY_1_11_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384630698&sr=1-1

Lavender Surprise
A chapbook containing both poetry and artwork by the Poet/Artist/Author. The poems are in a vein of surrealistic poetry. There is both color and black and white artworks. It is roughly 35 pages long. It is the Author’s seventh chapbook this year. (2013)

Beneath the Depths

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

emblazed,

with another:

Detroit Depression.

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

in Sands.

She escaped Michigan,

for the Sunrise of Florida,

and the promises of Eternal

Sun-filled Days.

Here in Michigan,

I will stay, staring down,

another Detroit Daydream.

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The best for last.

I always seem

to wax poetic and day-dream

all the best of my musings

unto my blog.

It’s frustrating

, because I wanted to:

save the best for last.

I want to take all the good ramblings and rantings,

and wrap them up into

a velvet handkerchief

saving them up for a stew.

Saving the gravy of random crazy-

poetry to drip into my newest chapbook.

It seems like I cannot quite help myself,

I start typing and all my poem-thoughts

get out. They escape running crazy like chickens

who have their heads all cut off,

and the bodies cannot seem to grasp it at all.

So they run and dance upon my little blog.

Like poetry misfits, just waiting until

somebody catches a glance

in their stubborn direction.

My poems try to fly away,

and they flew the coop.

Geez, what a mess!!

I am trying very hard,

to save the best for last.

 

And they all fall down

I stumble, I stagger

looking for just the right

choice of words.

A poem remains silent,

until it chooses to be heard.

 

I trip and I fall.

Reaching for imagery to describe,

an unlit desire, a pent up passion unmet.

 

I struggle in self-expression…

If only I could break through this conformity.

If only I could break through, this isolation

which surrounds me, infinitely.

 

If I raise my voice

and I squeal and Yell;

If I force my point using profanity,

or obscenity just for the thrill…

Am I saying anything at all, refreshing or new?

 

Ashes to Ashes,

Dust to Dust,

scatter the horsemen

as they fall down

among us.

 

 

endurance

Running up that big hill,

Running out of breath,

I have no endurance-no strength left.

 

Running up the wall,

Running up the street,

Running all sideways,

the stars beneath my feet.

 

a troubled mind

tries to find the time

to create a story-

or weave a rhyme.

 

a writers mind,

always running-no where to go,

just running on steam,

among broken dreams.

 

Running up that hill,

Running towards free-will,

Running towards a notion or two,

or three.

 

Finding a moment,

covered in honesty reaching for,

glee.

 

Poetry always reminds me,

to find myself,

I must forget all else-

letting the raw ideas flow-

right through me,

like one in a trance.

 

Riddles, sphinx, pyramids

Ancient stuff, it is all a mystery-

entirely over my head-

way beyond me.

 

But Poetry, my Muse

she whispers to me in my left ear, lightly,

she says just that I should run-

run freely until I reach the Sun.

 

Running up the wall,

Running up the street,

Running all sideways,

the stars beneath my feet.

 

Running up that big hill,

Running out of breath,

I have no endurance-no strength left.

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