New (Poetry) Release: Love in A Trashcan, by @strangegirl_666

I have some a new collection of poetry from Joanne Marlowe to share with you all today. Joanne’s been a regular guest on Story Time Friday. You may also recall my review of her last collection Unfinished Ink when I read it last year. This is why I’ve been (im)patiently waiting for the day I could share this new release with you. This isn’t a poet to pass up if you have the chance. If you need more convincing, check out those STF posts. If you don’t need more, you can find more about the collection and a buy link below.

Go, enjoy and Read More Poetry!

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Love In A Trashcan is a unique collection of poetry about men. 40 poems dedicated to the men in Ms. Marlowe’s life over a two year period.  One night stands, blackouts, married men and all the gory details of dating in her 40’s, complete with humour and tears. A perfect end to her trilogy of poetry books.

Sorry men, but not sorry.

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If you’d like a copy of this collection, you can order it directly from the Marlowe here:

Etsy

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About the Author:

Joanne Marlowe was born on June 3rd, 1975 in Montreal, Quebec.  Joanne currently resides in Hamilton, Ontario where she is continuing to work on her writing, developing new screenplays and publishing poetry.  She strives to help promote local art and artists and encourages others to do so as well.

She is also the author of My Little Book of Randoms and self publishes her work under Strangegirl Publications.  Her style of writing is short and sweet and to the point, much like herself and her personality.  Her poetry can be playful at times but also tragic.  Powerfully raw and candid, her words will resonate with you.

Find out more:

Website | Etsy ShopTwitter | Instagram | Google +

Themed Recommendations: Random Poetry from my Shelves

I have a  very random list of poetry books for you today. And by random, I mean I literally pulled books off of my poetry bookcase without really looking at them. When I felt I had a good number, I stopped.

You’ll find a few that I’ve read in there. One’s one of my all-time favorites. One’s a more recent favorite (and the poet has a new collection coming out soon!) The rest I’ve skimmed through or more. I think you’ll find something you enjoy.

Also, now that poetry month is over(ish), I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll stop reading it. This is only the beginning of poetry appreciation. Try to keep exploring. There’s so much out there!

One last thing before the list: If you’re in need of some poetry and on a tight budget, you can get my chapbook Winter’s Homecoming and Other Poems for free until tomorrow. It’s been free all month, but I think two people took advantage of it. Maybe some of you missed the announcement. So there’s your reminder. Click the title to find the book. There’s a coupon code right there on the page to make it free.

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Find something you might want to read? I hope so. Want to see another set of recommendations focused on a theme? Let me know what that theme is, and if you can help with some recs for it, include them in the message.

Happy reading!

Story Time Friday: More poetry from @thysilverdoe

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poetry by Linda M. Crate

little white ghost

i don’t know why
the memory
of you
haunts me
when you ghosted me
i thought there
was something
wrong with me,
but normal people don’t go
crashing through people’s hearts
like wrecking balls
simply for sport;
i realized that there was nothing
wrong with me
even if i am broken
because i am full of love and light
and i am worthy of
being loved in the way that i love and care
which is fully
you threw away a ruby for the pursuit of marbles,
and i hope you like those games you play
because one day you’re going to
be played too;
and i hope you feel as bad as i did and realized
that your crap does smell.

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i will achieve

resistance is futile,
i’ve heard,
but i will continue to fight
against reality
until i have conquered it
and my dreams
reign supreme over my life becoming
the very thing people told me they couldn’t
be: real—
i know i have a purpose
a glorious and beautiful future awaits me
i have seen it in my dreams,
and so i will work hard
until it is mine;
then i will fabricate more dreams in this tapestry
of life and achieve them, too;
i have come too far
to simply swallow all my hopes and aspirations—
i have doubt and i have fear,
but i will brave them both and slay every negative
monster in myself until only the positive
remain.

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About the Author:

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has three published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. The third of the seven book series Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016. Her novel Corvids & Magic was published March 2017. Her novel Phoenix Tears is forthcoming.

Find out more:

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How to Submit:

For those who wish to be part of Story Time Friday in the near future, you can send submissions to the email address that I formerly used for review requests (but don’t anymore since I’m retired . . . don’t try to be clever and slip one in 😛 ): miztrebor88@gmail.com. Be sure to use the subject “Story Time Friday Submission” and send your piece as an attachment (.doc/.docx would be best). Any other questions, feel free to comment here or contact me through the blog’s contact form.

Hope to hear from some writers soon!

Prose Verse Babel 12 – Some Book Spine Poetry

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Part of how we can celebrate National Poetry Month is by “writing” book spine poetry. Here on A Life Among the Pages I have a series called Prose Verse Babel. It’s dedicated to sharing book spine poems “written” by myself and other readers.

There hasn’t been a new PVB post in a long time, but today I’m trying to resurrect it. I’d love to do at least one more PVB post this month. Hopefully some of you’d like to be part of it. If so, you can find more details at the end of the post.

For now, here are a few I threw together just now!

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In the unlikely event
the husband’s
secret love walked in,
nobody’s safe!

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Woman at point zero,
leaving
cold sassy embers
under Plum Lake,
New York.

Everything is illuminated.
Paper moon, barefoot
jazz.

The Ten-Year Nap.
Beautiful Ruins.

Shovel ready?
Bring up
the bodies!

 

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If you’d like to send in some of your own book spine poetry, you can find out how to do that on the main Prose Verse Babel page. I’m always happy to share with my readers. They love this stuff!

#NationalPoetryMonth has begun!

April is here again and so is National Poetry Month!

That’s right! An entire month filled with poetry. Whether you write it, read it, sing it, recite it, live it: It’ll be a great month.

If you’ve been around A Life Among the Pages for the last few years, you’ll remember that NPM means the blog will be even more focused on poetry than it normally is. Fiction and other books aren’t going to go away. There are some new releases I’d like to tell you about this month and I’m sure a few reviews will pop up here and there. But I’m going to attempt to throw poetry right in you face.

In the past I’ve taken a more organized approach to it all by recruiting other poets and poetry readers to share poetry, sales, new releases, and what poetry has meant for them. I didn’t get organized well enough to do that in advance this time around.

That doesn’t mean you can’t be part of the fun this year, though! If you are a poet. If you read poetry. If you DON’T read poetry, but maybe want to or want to share why you don’t. I’m looking for you! Send me a message on the contact form, message me on Twitter or Facebook, or email me if we’ve worked together in the past. Let me know what you’d like to do on the blog this month (again, sorry to make this short notice).

Types of posts I’ve had in the past (past years’ posts)

  • New Release of a collection
  • Promotion of a collection (cover, description, and tell us a bit about it or other personal touch).
  • Story Time Friday post to share a poem or a few (more details here)
  • Share poetry on days other than Friday, if enough poets send stuff in.
  • A Prose Verse Babel post. That’s book spine poetry!
    • Stack books, use the titles as words for a poem. Fun and easy.
    • Can be done word for word, or just use the titles as a basis. Again, FUN, and easy. No rules!
  • What’s your favorite poem, poet, or both?
  • Why do you love (or not love) poetry?
  • Other guest post topics focused on poetry. There are so many things to write.

Story Time Friday: A poem from @thysilverdoe

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burying you

by Linda M. Crate

instead of burying
the hatchet
i would just like to bury you
beneath the earth where the creepy
crawlies sling their bodies
upon the soil,
and things are too deep down to grow;
that way your bones can no longer
cut
especially not those teeth
whose favorite morsel
were my words
fashioning them into weapons against me—
people told me you were a good person
i ought to have known
when you need an
introduction
you truly aren’t that good because good people
like books need no forward
you were my genesis but not my revelation
i know one day i will find someone greater
someone who will appreciate
my naked soul and heart and my body both,
and won’t laugh at my longing for someone to appreciate
my beautiful mind because he will let me fill
every empty corner of his live with my
fountain of words
a canopy of worlds buried within my bones
unwilling to go until they’ve told
their story;
i’ll bury you in the past
where things go out of sight and my mind
and like dandelion dust i will chase and catch all
my dreams
especially the ones you said i couldn’t.

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About the Author:

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has three published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. The third of the seven book series Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016. Her novel Corvids & Magic was published March 2017. Her novel Phoenix Tears is forthcoming.

Find out more:

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How to Submit:

For those who wish to be part of Story Time Friday in the near future, you can send submissions to the email address that I formerly used for review requests (but don’t anymore since I’m retired . . . don’t try to be clever and slip one in 😛 ): miztrebor88@gmail.com. Be sure to use the subject “Story Time Friday Submission” and send your piece as an attachment (.doc/.docx would be best). Any other questions, feel free to comment here or contact me through the blog’s contact form.

Hope to hear from some writers soon!

Story Time Friday: poet @ellle_em returns

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poems by Lindsay Maruska

Grotesque

grandfather’s hands killed
mother before we
knew her

built instead in coiled scrap-
wood, weak sand a woman
who belonged in blue

woods, who never cut
her hair. and what are children
of a murdered

mother meant to resemble
but pillars of salt,
cities of ash:

we catch quick mirror looks,
eyes murked as river-
bottoms: oh what are we

oh what
we are.

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Frustration

kids grit teeth, stick needles in:
train hums low baritone
warped electric hymns bred familiars
out of kicked-up sand,
gull-shadows wheeling white
against white moon:

where nothing waits still;
all according to light & pull we move
through bitterness that comes to claim
this narrow spit
train empties its city guts & rutted
storm-drain roads smoothed

for tourist season: we dream drowning
in hotel pools, that bright blue
doesn’t exist anywhere else,
not the dirty harbor green, oil-
skeined marina lots: take postcard photographs

of grinning locals ;
but don’t ask them what they’re smiling about.

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About the Author:

Lindsay Maruska is a 31 year old wannabe writer from New Jersey. She has six dogs, five cats, and one kid. She writes poems and one day dreams of finishing longer projects.

Find out more:

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How to Submit:

For those who wish to be part of Story Time Friday in the near future, you can send submissions to the email address that I formerly used for review requests (but don’t anymore since I’m retired . . . don’t try to be clever and slip one in 😛 ): miztrebor88@gmail.com. Be sure to use the subject “Story Time Friday Submission” and send your piece as an attachment (.doc/.docx would be best). Any other questions, feel free to comment here or contact me through the blog’s contact form.

Hope to hear from some writers soon!