I can’t believe it, but my book will be released in just over a month. Honestly, I still can’t believe I have a book coming out. I can’t believe I even wrote a book. You get the picture. Disbelief.
On July 14, “Things My Mother Left Behind” will be available in ebook and paperback from Amazon, and I will be selling signed copies through my website. If you think you might be interested in a signed copy, please let me know. You can also still pre-order the ebook for just $2.99
I will be doing a few live virtual readings via Facebook and my YouTube channel, sometime after July 14. Details to come.
As ever, I want to thank my publisher, River Dixon, founder of Potter’s Grove Press. He an incredible writer who also makes dreams come true for people like me!
The amazing video is all the work of my husband, Joe, including new comments from Tanya Klein, aka. The Incurable Dreamer.
I have gotten so much love and support about this book and I am very grateful!
I am sitting in my very quiet writing space, typing this in a state of simultaneous disbelief and total joy. I am thrilled beyond the sky to announce that my book, “Things My Mother Left Behind”, is available for pre-order, on Amazon. This is a life long dream come true for me, and I will be forever grateful to River Dixon; an amazing writer, publisher extraordinaire and founder of the incredible Potter’s Grove Press.
To pre-order the ebook version of “Things My Mother Left Behind” you can go here. To visit my Amazon Authors Page, you can go here. To explore the beautiful and diverse catalog from Potter’s Grove Press, you can go here.
I am so grateful for all of the love and support I have received from this incredible community over the years; it has given me a sense of courage I never thought I would feel, and helped a life long dream become reality.
Today marks the final day in Paul Brookes’ National Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. It has been an honor and a privilege for me to participate in this project, and I am incredibly grateful to Paul, Jane, Samantha, Ali, Jay and Dai, for so much incredible art and inspiration. You can read and listen to the final poems here.
This month has been a wonderful learning experience for me. I learned that I am capable of much more than I thought. I almost backed out of the challenge, sure that I would never be able to write a poem every day for thirty days, but thankfully Paul helped me decide to stick it out. I am so glad that he did. It isn’t about whether or not I wrote good poems, but about dedicating a month to honoring something that I love, about learning from other writers whose voices are so rich and diverse, and about being part of something bigger than just my own words.
I was going to choose my favorite poem from each writer, and my favorite painting of Jane’s, but in going back through the month, I honestly couldn’t choose. Instead I invite everyone to look back through the month, look at the gorgeous paintings and read the beautiful poems, be inspired and maybe even write some pieces of your own. And if you have any favorites, I would love to know.
The artists that participated in April are:
Jane likes drawing and painting children, animals, landscapes and food. She specialises in watercolour, mixed media, coloured pencil, lino cut and print, textile design. Jane can help you out with adobe indesign for your layout needs, photoshop and adobe illustrator. She graduated with a ba(hons) design from Glasgow School of art, age 20.
She has exhibited with the rsw at the national gallery of scotland, SSA, Knock Castle Gallery, Glasgow Group, Paisley Art Institute, MacMillan Exhibition at Bonhams, Edinburgh, The House For An Art Lover, Pittenweem Arts Festival, Compass Gallery, The Revive Show, East Linton Art Exhibition and Strathkelvin Annual Art Exhibition.Her website is: https://www.janecornwell.co.uk/
Paul is a shop asst. Lives in a cat house full of teddy bears. His chapbooks include The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She Needs That Edge(Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS, 2017), Port Of Souls(Alien Buddha Press, 2018), Please Take Change (Cyberwit.net, 2018), Stubborn Sod,with Marcel Herms (artist) (Alien Buddha Press, 2019), As Folk Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). Forthcoming Khoshhali with Hiva Moazed (artist), Our Ghost’s Holiday (Final book of threesome “A Pagan’s Year”) . He is a contributing writer of Literati Magazine and Editor of Wombwell Rainbow Interviews.
Ali is a teacher, and writer with work published in a variety of places, from Poetry Ireland Review, Proletarian Poetry and The Interpreter’s House, to The Green Parent Magazine and The Guardian. She has a particular interest in the role of nature in literature, and is a champion of contemporary poetry in the secondary school classroom.
Samantha is an American poet whose work emphasizes emotional integrity and social justice. She is the author of several eBooks including, Learning from Pompeii, Coffee for Neanderthals, Disgracing Lady Justice and others, available on smashwords.com and its affiliates.Chapbook: Ebola (West Chester University Poetry Center, 2014)
Jay is a Software Engineer by qualification, an accountant by profession, a budding Guitarist & a Yoga Sadhak at heart and a poet by his soul. Poetry intrigues him because it’s an art in which a simple yet profound skill of placing words next to each other can create something so touching and literally sweep him of the floor. He is 32-year-old Indian and stays in Mumbai. His works have appeared in the following places: An ebook named “Pav-bhaji @ Achija” available in the Kindle format at Amazon.in The poem “Salsa; a self discovery” published in an anthology motivated by Late Sir APJ Abdul Kalam. The poem “High Caloried love” selected for an upcoming book “Once upon a meal” The poem “Strawberry Lip Balm” selected in the anthology “Talking to the poets” Four poems published in a bilingual anthology “Persian Sugar in English Tea” Vol.1 Two poems published in the anthology “Poets on the Run” compiled by RC James.His poems have made it to the PoeTree blog and front pages of PoetryCircle.com & OpenArtsForum.com. In free time, he likes to walk for long distances.
Dai is an ex social worker and a present poet. Image is all but flow is good too. So many interesting things… Published in Black bough Poetry, Re-Side, The Hellebore, The Pangolin Review. He will not stop.
I can’t believe we are at the second to last day of the challenge. It has definitely been the most production National Poetry Month I have ever had. I love today’s painting; it is a beautiful image that can take you to so many different places, which is evident in the diverse and gorgeous poems.
No matter where he goes, it always looks like Yorkshire,
pedal to the metal whenever he can. He comes everywhere
with me. I keep moving, am ghosted by news of milk bottles,
collected late, cricket odds, snow painted over moors.
The endless game of eye spy, that nobody could win, because
the answer was only visible sometimes – grandma’s false teeth.
In the garden, fingering the soil, feather light, never weary.
When I write this, he is long gone, playing mandolin for hours,
making the violin jealous in her velvet home. The needle
always points north, geese skein a morning song, and the way
on is lined with sherbet and barely sugar, Pontefract cakes,
corporation pop. The pull of a homing beacon, the case of
the long way, coming back to the beginning; around each tarmacked day, a vapour trail, firedogs, a…
I was not meant for motherhood,
not with these sharp edges
and a predilection for sadness.
I am a cog in a genetic footprint
that left a web of darkness
behind my eyes,
planted seeds of cancer in the
delicate bodies of my mother
and my brother.
I am the progeny of rage,
of battles with the bottle and carbohydrates.
There is a cruel streak
that runs through the caverns of my veins,
racing against the frenzied connections
that dictate the rhythm of my heart.
I was not meant for motherhood.
My touch is not one that nurtures,
my voice not one that soothes.
Bridge Of Sighs
I am heart fire,
the blue flame.
Hold my mirror
in your other hand.
look for shadows.
There are no others here.
I please my buddha soul,
always now, forever.
I squeeze my other finger I feel no…
She has read, read and read—
exhausted all the resources.
After 9 months of prenatal
Yoga and eating bland food
all she hopes for are enough
Don’t lift heavy things
Don’t eat spicy foods
No late nights. Sleep
on time. No alcohol
there are days when she feels
that all this drama should just come
to a standstill — all at once.
Just get it over & done.
When I met my niece,
she was the smallest
baby I had ever seen.
Her tiny hands, bunched into fists,
punched the air
in protest of an ache in her belly
that wouldn’t let up.
I remember taking her in my arms,
smoothing her delicate fingers
singing softly into her ear,
but still she cried.
I stroked her head
and walked quietly
to the laundry room,
turned the dryer on full blast. It was the…