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A Mandala that happened on the way to a car crash & other sto... by Emily H. Sturgill

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Here is a review off of Amazon.com:

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Format: Paperback

I have read many of Emily’s books. This book ventures out with some short stories, in addition to the wonderful poetry and beautiful artwork she typically has in her books. I was glad to see her utilizing her creativity and talent for an even broader spectrum of writing. Her writing is always colorful. The characters in her stories come to life through her descriptive words. There are themes of existentialism, love, and the brevity of life.

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.

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Good Reads Book Giveaway still ongoing….”A Mandala that happened on the way to a car crash and other stories.”

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:

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

BookCoverPreview Short StoriesApril2015kindle cover Mandala Short Story bookThe 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.

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Format: Paperback

I have read many of Emily’s books. This book ventures out with some short stories, in addition to the wonderful poetry and beautiful artwork she typically has in her books. I was glad to see her utilizing her creativity and talent for an even broader spectrum of writing. Her writing is always colorful. The characters in her stories come to life through her descriptive words. There are themes of existentialism, love, and the brevity of life.

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.

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

Room full of Blues-an Acrostic poem

Room full of Blues-by Emily Sturgill 6/20/13

Rough daily distractions
only someone like you would understand.
olive colored faces
my friendly distortion as I gaze out at the crowd.

full of smoky air and musician type lighting
useless to fight the push/pull
lighting another cigarette puffing
lightly till I’ve had my fill.

old fashioned ballroom once made
for dancing but not anymore as I walk onto the stage

blues come out crooning, rocking outta my mouth
little woman singing like a gut full of doubt.
useless patterns dancing upon the ceiling as I sing I stare,
even try to figure them out.
sounds so simple so sweet

A room full of Blues
covering me in pitch blacken
Stagefright.

Book Review: “The God of my Art.”by Sarah Lane

I just finished reading Sarah Lane’s novel,”The God of my Art.” We first meet the protagonist Helene in June 2001. She is 21. She meets her Muse Matthew through a mutual friend Christine. Christine and Matthew are both members of a University Mountain Rock climbing club.Matthew is older 23. He becomes a brief romantic entanglement for Christine. After this relationship ends She spends much time pondering him-and she takes us along for the ride.

Sarah Lane separates her novel into three stages using the primary colors of Red, Blue and Yellow. This is very creative and fitting for a book about a young artist’s journey.Each color also invokes moods; Red is passion, Blue as sorrow and disappointment and Yellow as Growth and new beginnings. Then each section is also divided into chapters. I do not wish to include a synopsis or any spoilers.

This was a fun and engaging read for me personally as an artist. However there are some parts of her book I would like to draw attention to because I felt they were very well written.On page 95 Helene is musing that (she feels),” A life without art seems like no life at all, and every single day that I don’t create in some way seems not fully lived.” She ponders further about not wanting to become just another starving artist. This inner conflict is the undercurrent throughout this novel.It is a conflict way too familiar to many artists.

Later on pg 160, Helene ponders Nietzche, “Whoever fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby becomes a monster.And if you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss will also gaze into you.”She was introduced to his writing via her muse Matthew.As she thinks over this quote she reflects,”What difference can art make, anyway?” Finally near the end of the novel this inner conflict almost seems resolved as Helene states,on pg 173,” Once, I prove myself as an artist, as a lover, and as a woman-events will be remembered differently, the fractured landscapes of my life will reveal their significance and everything will come together in a meaningful whole.”

I found Helene’s journey to be similar to that of a Mythical Greek Hero of Greek Tragedy or Comedy. It is a Everyman’s saga. It is a Hero’s journey, but mostly it is an Artist’s journey. It begs of the Reader, the question of Why Art? And then the only natural evolution of this question becomes why not Art?

The Author is very successful in drawing the reader in to that place of mind and heart young persons experience in their early 20’s. The only criticism, I could possible have is in a few seldom places there is an undercurrent of teen angst-but that is very truthful to that stage of young adulthood too.
Overall, I found this to be a wonderful coming of age tale that I could really relate too. Ms.Lane is a very talented storyteller. I highly suggest this book to anyone with a passion for life and a passion for art.

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.

Stuck on the serene

I’m stuck on the serene.
I am a fly caught by the sky of stars,
onto your cars dashboard’s glass-
smashing fast
beneath windshield wipers cast of silver.

the past is a postcard memory.
a momentary glismpe over my shoulder,
and a 35 cent postage stamp.

there is so much love here.
it covers me, endlessly.
until i breakout like an allergy.
feeling the rash of never belonging/nor…
being worthy of all the love
he sends to me.

I’m a broken down rabbit earred TV screen.
stuck on static and white noise.
i am broken into too many
ancient places
to be fixed by your hi-fi definations.

I am the broken down pay-phone,
in the mental ward which only takes
quaters, and everybody is fresh out,
sadly giving me longing looks of too much pain.

I am the peeling paint job
on the oldest wooden house
abandoned ob our block
windows nailed shut
front door busted into
filled with the evils of crime, rodents of luck and opportunistic stray cats.

I am the fever which makes you sweat.
my heat intensifies
under a heating blanket, some fiction
and a bodybag of a corpse filled to the brim:
with lies.
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titanium gown

a gown of titanium,
in vertigo
he burned down
the house of
his soul.

chilling news,
frigid weather.

a climax in the middle
of heat stroke and a
Arsonist’s mad, delusionary, journey;
Unbearable.

He was drunk;
on dandelion wine
and bitterness.

she wore a gown,
of titanium, copper, and
a scarf of woven Ivy.
with the tree-branches,
dancing
in

the
rivers of ringlets,
of her darkest hair.

He never saw her-standing there.

Mother Natures Wrath;
Forest Fires,
Nightmares, and a
Drunken fat arsonist’s
Dirty Wet-Dream.

About latest book:

Usually, once I submit my manuscripts to Amazon’s Kindle store-(for e-books) and to Amazon’s www. Createspace. com-for print on demand paperbacks, it takes them roughly 24-48 hours to approve them. Then i have to pick out my free promotional give-a-way days for kindle.

This new one is called, “Butterfly Rimmed Eyeglasses and the Trouble with Tuesday.”(poems and art) by Emily Sturgill. When it becomes available, just visit, my Authors page, on Amazon.com at: http://www.amazon.com/author/emilysturgill. This one is a bit longer, 45 pages, and it features color artwork if your e-reading device supports color pictures. The paperback is in color as well, it is 8.5×11, just like all my others. And will be available for purchase first at the Createspace website, but eventually on my Authors page as well.

If it were not for my readers of my blog, I doubt i would have ever even have the courage to try self-publishing. I only have 70-72 readers, but too me that is an awful lot, considering i do not know any of you personally or in real life…Image