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Words Fall

Words Fall-Friday 3/13/15

by Emily Sturgill

Water falls

gushing into puddles

around my thick ankles

there is a secret sincere subtle

grace of cold water crashing down

an upturned face.

Water falls

into foam blasts of wetness

coating the cement, covering stones, crawling over pavement-

-this water

-this life

the way the water captures everything

a downpour of fierce

spring rain or

the terror of a spring flood?

this like water

is how my poetry

how my words

crash down

and

shout out.

abstract musings

abstract musings~

solitary seldomness leading

to singleness of thought.

writing on automatic, yet again,

as I gain great comfort

from the thoughtful

all sprawled out

black cat

lying beside me.

she is sleeping

and lost in dreams

of the chase

no doubt

of cat and mouse.

words are somewhat elusive,

sacred but scarce at the same time.

in a momentary flash

words are gone

and a shadow remains

of a small

poem.

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“This is a bright and thoughtful collection of “memoir” offering, a blend/mix of poetry, paintings and photography. This is not a written memoir in story form. Ms. Sturgill’s richly detailed account of thoughts and emotions provides understanding of the thought process and her life experience of being affected by mental illness. To her credit, Ms. Sturgill has her Master’s degree in Fine Arts from Wayne University, Detroit, MI. where she lives with her husband and dogs.The isolation and the loneliness that separates those who are ill, the tangled threads, selling secrets/selling drama. The changing “Love Like This” Sturgill describes the randomness of falling in love with her husband Dean, better together than apart, his unconditional love and support. The longest piece/poem “Unread Book” is uniquely written about the soul/life blood of a book, eventually ending with comparison to the circus and circus clowns. “Falling to Pieces” an acrylic on canvas 1996, is my personal favorite, a soulful portrait of unspeakable beauty.”

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4.0 out of 5 stars Interconnecting True Stories, Essay, Poetry and Art.. October 14, 2013
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” Beginning this second bold and courageous volume of “On the Brink..” is the metaphoric story of the Samurai and Witch. With references to a Zen Master, Gotham City, Batman, Catwoman, etc. this seems to have a juvenile child-like narrative. Next, an “Ode to the Ghetto” my favorite poem in this Chapbook, about Sturgill’s experience of being the only white cashier in an 8 Mile Detroit, MI. Target Store. The racist distain, a white speck on the color wheel of the black universe. “Story” is a combination of metaphoric poetry/essay about the birth of a story from a mother of conception. The words, images, forgotten phrases, eventually become paragraphs. The story savior, rebirth without Christianity, blends into an ongoing revealing comparisons to promiscuity. Words and more single words, seemingly poetry, following a manic run of thought process.In 1986 Sturgill’s favorite aunt died of kidney failure, and had a hard life impaired by alcoholism. This event seemed to set Sturgill’s teen years and family life on a negative, downward spiral. This is darkly and shockingly detailed in: “Ravings of a Lunatic.” Sturgill’s mother bought scotch in gallon containers, her parents fought fiercely and a great deal, yet her father remained the strong, shy, silent type doing almost all the cooking and cleaning. Being bullied at school, and seemingly becoming the family scapegoat over time, and the stressful poor family dynamic, led her to have severe depressive symptoms where she faced further misunderstanding and criticism from her immediate family. Sturgill was prescribed medication from her teen years, and formally diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder (manic-depressive illness) when she was 18.”

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Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me. ~ Sigmund Freud‘Yesterday’s Flowers and Other Things: Poetry and Art’ is author/poet/artist Emily Sturgill’s 12th release in her chapbook series. Whether she is describing the surface levels or the deepest intensity of emotional states and experience, her words are daring, fearless, and articulate. There is often a vibrant richness in her paintings, drawings, mixed media/collage. Ms. Sturgill’s photography captures an expression, moment, or a specific place or theme. It is always up to her readers and followers to interpret individual meaning.The opening New Year poem: ‘Resolutions Fall Flatly’ Ms. Sturgill realizes the need to reinvent herself, meaning less coffee and cigarettes, a new year and person. There are several poems about her love of the freshly written, often random, words. Loose Leaf Paper, Poetry, Commercial, The Storyteller, Honeycomb,
‘The Art Therapist’ recalled putting picture pieces together, the light of hope and joy. Shadows carved out of Oak trees. The transformation of mood that meditation can’t achieve: ‘Music Therapy’. “Art Has Left The Building’ tells of the disappearance of inspiration.
‘Yesterdays Flowers'(theme): Flowers blooming secrets in the brittle dryness of winter.
‘She’ who loved Christmas, making cards and calligraphy writing. A loving memorial tribute poem of Ms. Sturgill’s mother.
The following poems describe the downside of mood disorder, the shadows, secrets, and final acceptance. Mania, A Messy Place, My Shadow Self, A Regression.

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3.0 out of 5 stars Poetry was good, art not so good May 26, 2014
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“Emily Sturgill is an incredibly talented poet and she displays just how skillful she really is in her amazing poetry and art book, “Yesterdays Flowers and other things.” The rhythm and solid flow of each line was perfectly constructed, and demonstrated with excellent writing skills! When you read this book, it will be obvious that the author is well aware of poetry mechanics. I really like the individual style Emily presented in this book as well! In addition to this, every poem I read was understandable and easy to read. They each sparked one, if not several different emotions and everyone knows that every good poetry book must hit you emotionally. Not only does Emily pull you inside of her world with her poetry, “Yesterday’s Flowers and other things”, but some poems beckon you to examine your own reality. I like the poem about the rocks, I use to collect rocks when I was little, so that poem was very interesting and fun to read. 11/15/23 Lucky Rocks. 10/6/13 Loose Leaf Paper is definitely my favorite! Overall, the ending is the key to the entire book! Emily did a great job on this book and I would recommend it to other poets and readers! Specifically, because of the form and technique. Surely, many poets could learn a thing or two.” Read the rest of this review on Amazon.com

 

4.”Spirals of Song and other poems”

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4.0 out of 5 stars An Illistrated Tribute to the Creative Spirit……….,January 21, 2014
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Spirals of Song and Other Poems is a deeply gratifying tribute to the creative spirit by author/artist Emily Sturgill M.Ed. ~ In the introduction, Sturgill discusses her blog: sexinthekitchensink@wordpress.com, especially grateful for the support of her husband, family, and her 200 plus readers and followers, she hopes to inspire others to draw, paint, “make art”, and write, as she promotes the healing and therapeutic process/effects of creative artistic expression.With her love and admiration for the written word, prose and verbs, awareness of random thought that weaves into a tapestry of words, she writes: “The Muse of Poetry”, “Spirals of Song”, and the addiction to words, where one or two poems a day is never enough.. “Poetry Junkie”.
“The Miscarriage Collages” illustrate the depth of personal loss, in two beautifully done collage pieces, a sharing experience for the benefit of others.
Blending into another form: Random (abstract) Art is illustrated with a bold striking zig-zag painting and another smoother swirl of abstract design. Sturgill explains how (in therapeutic art) emotions color the canvas, the healing that often takes place without the necessity of either the written or spoken word.
“Play Me” a poem of the readiness of musical instruments on standby, is illustrated with clip-art of a violin.
Inspired by the song “Sober” by pop vocalist Pink: “A Pink Poem” is of avoiding the decent into madness that leads to a hospital psychiatric ward. The poem “Love Letter” returns back to the expression of the written word.
Favorite Art Works: ~ Colorful Collage * mixed media 2013 ~ Zentangle * pen/ink drawing 2013 ~ Zentangle #2 * pen/ink drawing 2013 ~ The Peacock * acrylic/mixed media 2012.

All men are creative, but few are artists. ~ Paul Goodman ~
Emily Sturgill M.Ed studied art education and therapy at Wayne State University, Detroit MI, where she lives with her husband and pet family.
It is pleasure to review this amazing prolific series of artist chapbooks. Many thanks to Amazon for the Kindle Promotional Copy.

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4.0 out of 5 stars Emily Sturgills review, November 20, 2013
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She really writes from her heart her own life struggles and is very insightful on lifes issues …very nicely written and illustrated

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The babble bustle of the Morning:

The babble bustle of the Morning-

As I wake up I move so

slow, and my mind does wander

on if I wish to write Today

and where my mind should

go?

 

The babble bustle of my Morning,

my Mother in Law is already

loudly screaming.

As often She tends to do

whenever our dogs are barking

She flips the heck out.

 

If I could talk to her

rationally, I would explain that

Dogs do bark and its silly

to get angry.

In fact my husband & myself

prefer that our dogs bark naturally-

as that was in the job they were

hired on for, to guard our house

sincerely.

 

But with Her,

there is no rationality.

So I do not waste my breath.

I let her morning screaming

go on and simply fade into

my morning background,

I ignore the unrest.

 

With Morning comes,

slow inspiration

it drips as slow

as my dripped coffee

which my body requires neatly,

just as a car requires

gasoline.

 

So I go downstairs to

face the barking dogs

to face the screaming Widow too

I go downstairs to make my

coffee & then I will bring

a cup filled with dark blackness

and crawl back into my liar

my dragons den

of a bedroom.

 

Here I will drink my coffee

and allow my thoughts

to percolate

I will try my best to tune out

all the noise, and find a place of mind,

to meditate.

 

Then I will write.

I will

babble

bustle

burst

with words, images,& poetry

which will make total sense

to almost Nobody.

 

Yet it pleases me

to do so.

To write, to mold the words like clay

into something solid

like ideas, creativity and all the junk

that comes with the art

of writing simple poetry.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight:

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight:

by Emily Sturgill, 11/13/14

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

and the sun begins to sink

softly slowing it rolls

away shrinking in fear

from the Creature Wind

& the might of the chill

of Michigan’s November Twillight.

The Sun disappears into a Mist

of storm clouds and scattered snowflakes.

And yet the Moon, for her the time is just

not right.

Because, When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

For hours the Moon, herself too, remains hidden,

out of sight, and grayness covers everything.

The grayness of twilight, envelopes the Sky.

The Stars hide too because of the crisp

November chill to the Air.

And,  When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight,

you better hang onto your horses tightly,

you better take a deep breath & wait

as the Day becomes united

with the evening Sky,

and even the earliest Star twinkles upon

its own time frame

it glistens only with in

the limits of its very own

simple hourglass.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

that is when the Poems finally appear

whispering their rambling murmurs

indirectly in my ear.

the words rattle,buzz, and hum

complete nonsense

making no sense to anyone else but me.

They are not an audible presence but rather

a shape-shifting ghost of a thought.

I reach out for the words

at my brains edges and grab them up

like fists full of dirt.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

There is no better Muse

than the Kali Goddess with multiple arms

filled with twilight, nightfall, fading sunlight

disappearing Stars, a Self-conscious Sister Moon

and fist fulls of poems with edges

of dirt and roots

composed entirely of grass.

A sharpen spear, a skull with cross bones & a touch

of fear.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

You better be careful.

You better be nice. Don’t tread on that water,

it’s turning to ice.

There is no better Muse,

then a warrior Goddess, with many caring hands

to curl up the world and carry her

like a token favor won

in a feverish struggle between

Kali the Mother Goddess

and Kali the Goddess of War.

When the Daytime is swallowed by the tongue of twilight

I close my eyes.

I open my heart.

I feel the breath of a dragon.

I feel the chill in the air.

I open my eyes

and I close up my heart

Kail is here with me

She guides me blindly

into the direction

of Art.

.57          Note:  This  image was downloaded off internet, I downloaded it only for personal use-like a background image or screensaver- I have no copy write to this image- this is NOT one of my own Art pieces.

& unfortunately I misplaced what site or artist made this. I only am “borrowing” image because it is so very beautiful.

Sweat

Sweat-

9/27/14

Breaking out

into a rash,

of ugly words

broken down metaphors

and crashed out cars

of forgotten highways

I long to pass.

 

Breaking out,

in a sweat

of random rhyme

poetry without boundaries

rhythms without meter

sadness without time.

 

and I

shiver

coldness creeps in

with the turning

flip,flip,flip

of the Fan’s silver blades

crushing the air

 

making time

stand still.

 

A writer without ideas

is like an empty blanket

encircling empty dreams.

 

Breaking out,

in a rash

Breaking out,

in  a sweat,

Breaking out

into….

 

silence

unspoken slices

of imagery

best left forgotten,

left out in the cold

forgotten from a

dream.

Gone Missing into the abyss…

Lately I have

gone missing into

the abyss-

this great big hole

 

this great big rabbit hole

this rabbit hole.

we call life.

 

It sucked me in

and swallowed me

twice.

 

there are times

when illness & depression

invade us.

 

dark desperate armies

built out of thin air,

but fed on despair.

 

as much as

i try to not concave, fall in

or comeplie

 

my worst fears ring true

and I fall on downwards

down Alice’s rabbit hole.

 

Looking for the magic

that will make me

grow big…

 

instead of this

depressive dirty

dinosaur dig

into something ancient

and highly unpleasant

 

like the small secret words:

just give up, because

you will never make it.

there is no one else.

CAM00836 There is no one else. 08/05/14

deep inside

a divided mind

a shovel lies

buried

among dirt and ash.

In the fragments of

lingering hurt.

 

deep inside

a divided mind

covered by dirty leaves

and cobweb secrets-

(which belong only to me,)

 

deep inside

i feel split

into two…

 

the logical side

and the creative muse,

garnished together

within a battered white,

picket fence.

 

haunted,

i linger…

searching for ghosts.

 

but there is no one else.