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These are poems about conversations that we'd like to have with ourselves and with others when our bodies and minds are fraying.

Sem poesia, a vida seria a morte. Imersa no cotidiano que escolheu, marcado por morte e sofrimento, a médica paliativista Ana Claudia Quintana Arantes fez da poesia a sua estratégia para não sucumbir.

Yang Sooyi once loved her husband with all her heart. But his demanding career and stardom have left her heart crushed. She hardly sees him anymore. Jealousy creeps in, twisting her thoughts down dark paths. Yang Sooyi slowly loses her grip on sanity as loneliness grips her. Lost in sorrow, she finds herself alone at the worst possible time.

From the author's leather-bound book kept locked at the base of his bed, we journey through New York City, chilled farmlands and isolated cabins in the woods. Calloway's solid masculine approach is refreshingly original. We have all felt the warmth of the world around us and we have all felt the cold. This author holds our hand as he leads us down rich passageways of the psyche.

In a strange twist of kismet, Remica Bingham-Risher's paternal great-great-great grandmother, Minnie Lee Fowlkes, is interviewed for the Works Progress Administration Slave Narratives in Petersburg, Virginia in 1937, and her maternal grandmother, Mary Knight, is sent to Petersburg in 1941, diagnosed with "water on the brain"—postpartum depression being an ongoing mystery—nine days after birthing her first child.

These verses twist trauma and grief into self-loving peace, a therapy cushion of words and doodle artwork. Come feel the dark so we can see the light again.

Sound interesting? The author thinks so too! Listen to Hearing What I Hear, Seeing What I See and experience the compelling world of personal trauma and healing.

Book of poems about life as an adult in America during the 3rd Quarter of 2023. I cover addiction, football season, suicide, aliens, divorce, kids, reviews, dogs, politics, sports betting and con-artists. Meant for a quick laugh, brief reflection, some cheers, a little arguing and maybe a few tears, but hopefully enjoy!

Various poetry, ranging from silly to serious.

Shards are the chipped-off pieces and eroded grains of myself that I collected from my mid-20s, when I was almost homeless again (yes, again), through my 30s, when I fought through that poverty, depression, and grief to find myself as a survivor. A poet doesn't just love you for a moment. She lets you puncture her skin with the way you feel, lets it heal, and then rubs it now and then to feel you again. This debut collection of poetry by a Cleveland, Ohio artist tells stories of traumas, breaking cycles, sexy romances, and the bond between the poet and listener.

Dive into Ink of Tears, where every poem is a journey through the complexities of the human broken heart. How do we navigate the highs and lows of love and loss? What makes us resilient in the face of heartache? How does love elevate us, and how does heartbreak shape us? For all who have loved deeply and got hurt, share a timeless journey with collections of poems that will touch and break your heart at the same time.

Alter Schulstoff spannend interpretiert. Würden Sie von einer Klippe springen, um einen goldenen Becher aus den Tiefen des tobenden Meeres zu bergen? Schillers "Taucher" wagte es um der Gunst einer schönen Prinzessin Willen. Doch wird der Wagemut ihn strafen? Mathieu Carrière berichtet, was Schiller einst gedichtet.

Sound interesting? The author thinks so, too! Listen to Broken Light in a Burning Wood, and reflect on the state of the world through poetry.

Written during the first nine months of the Covid-19 lockdowns, Wisps of Life is a work of heart. The lonely heart. The grieving heart. The hopeful heart. The joyful heart reunited. It is dreams. Dreams on hold. Dreams come true. Dreams reborn. It is the memory of dreams. It is a study in being human. We human thinkers have been around for thousands of generations. We are the products of infinite permutations of culture, religion, civilization, and perception. Yet, there have only ever been a handful of emotions to go around.

In an abandoned dance studio, there's music and dancing unheard and unseen by anyone. The whispers in the shadows laud praises upon the figure that spins around the room. Nothing moves, and yet everything moves around the room. Darkness and light intertwine and dance to cast the shadows of the world. A dance that goes beyond the borders between the worlds is performed within flickering shadows.

Dan O’Brien’s powerful companion to Our Cancers catalogs the recovery of a cancer survivor, whose wife has recently survived her own cancer, as he returns to his daily life while raising a young daughter. This prose-poem sequence is a true survivor’s notebook, usingand the tools of memoir to evoke how disaster can constellate our past, present, and future.

A. H. Jerriod Avant’s debut collection, Muscadine, cultivates the vine of familial memory, eulogizing our collective losses while exalting the succor of this human life, how the native grape’s “thick skin [that] teeth / pierce breaks to pour // sweetly across the tongue.” Throughout, a deeply Southern sensibility balances an environmental awareness of deficit and bounty—appetite pains the stomach and delights the palette.

Clara Jean Beaman Walker was the third of seven children born to Cora and Clarence Beaman in Knoxville, TN, in 1910. Considered to be “Little Mother” by her siblings, she always gave her best to her birth family and to the family she created with her husband, John Albert Walker. Three sons came from this union: Johnny, Clarence, and Henry. A teacher at heart, Jean saw each child before her and helped them navigate home economics, English, and realizing their potential.

Ayse Balkos's first book, Come to Tower, is the poetry collection of a fresh voice of a renegade woman, angry, hopeful, strong, confused, clear and vulnerable. The poems are accompanied by Ash Gray’s beautiful tones of hummingbird Gibson acoustic guitar, dazzlingly honest, unpretentious and real journey of a soul.

Esta obra es la esencia nostálgica que brota del rincón de mi existencia, las que presento en versos los que quizás muchos ojos leerán y al hacerlo no verán, mas mi voz gritara aunque quizás no se oiga, tal vez porque soy la simple lagrima que comienza a recorrer a ciegas y en la oscuridad los senderos de una faz desconocida. En cada uno de estos poemas me encuentro, porque cada uno formo parte de mi ser en algún momento de mi vida y en algún instante de mi vida fueron mi vida en ese instante.