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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.

In einer Bataille (Die Schlacht von einem Offizier) ist eine 1782 erschienene Ballade, Auszug: Schwer und dumpfig, Eine Wetterwolke, Durch die grüne Ebne schwankt der Marsch. Zum wilden eisernen Würfelspiel Streckt sich unabsehlich das Gefilde. Blicke kriechen niederwärts, An die Rippen pocht das Männerherz, Vorüber an hohlen Todtengesichtern Niederjagt die Front der Major: Halt! Und Regimenter fesselt das starre Kommando.

Die Pest (Eine Phantasie): Gräßlich preisen Gottes Kraft Pestilenzen, würgende Seuchen, Die mit der grausen Brüderschaft Durchs öde Tal der Grabnacht schleichen.

Die Kraniche des Ibykus ist eine Ballade von Friedrich Schiller aus dem Jahr 1797, die im 6. Jh. v. Chr. spielt. Die Ballade wurde erstmals in Schillers Musenalmanach für das Jahr 1798 herausgegeben. Die Ballade beruht, wie bei Schiller oft, auf einem tatsächlichen historischen Geschehen: der Ermordung des Dichters Ibykos.

Der Jüngling am Bache: An der Quelle saß der Knabe, Blumen wand er sich zum Kranz, Und er sah sie fortgerissen, Treiben in der Wellen Tanz. Und so fliehen meine Tage, Wie die Quelle, rastlos hin! Und so bleichet meine Jugend, Wie die Kränze schnell verblühn!

Echoes of Military Souls is a power-packed package of art that promises to keep you on the edge of your seat. It is a roller coaster stream of emotion. The poems forcefully remind us that soldiers lay down their lives for fellow humans. But do we really value this singular sacrifice? The theatrical ambience of the poems imprints indelible vistas of hope for the indefatigable human spirit!

I lost my wife in 2020 to a brain tumor just a few weeks after we had celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary. “Celebrated” is a word that springs back when pressed down. More subdued than earlier ones, to be sure, that last anniversary was nonetheless a felt celebration of a lifetime together.

A fallen knight descends into the Underworld, defiantly challenging Death itself. He confronts nightmares and echoes of his life’s decisions and their consequences, constantly searching for his way back.

Within Trigger Warning lies a poetic memoir of writings and art from my journey living through a life afflicted by mental illness. Step into my mind to hear nearly 17 years of experiences and triggers. Enter at your own risk.

I often think about our youth. It was indeed a strangely shaped toy, with a short body dragging a very long tail, spreading like wings, refusing to leave. A lamp is still on, but a song has been sung. A play has not ended, a love has reached the end of the road. We salute you. And the new curtain is about to be drawn. Maybe that's what human life is like, ending, starting, starting again, then ending. No matter what, we have to shoulder our suffering and happiness, moving forward, don't turn around.

When the nights grow longer, and we spend time curled up by the fire, we seek out protection from the unknown. Seeking out times of merriment and joy, yet there is always darkness in the light. Embark on a journey into a collection of urban dark poetry portraying areas of the paranormal, afflictions of the heart and mind, and questions we all face in life. There are also tales of death, love, and the reaper of death himself.

Starting as a way to cope through the struggles of working in an underfunded system and the second hand trauma from her students, Katie Doehrmann shares her poetry in a raw and open memoir about her time working for a residential mental health facility.

Rose Lesniak has written a one-of-a-kind book from a one-of-a-kind poet. What the Dogs Tell Me is poetry that is gentle and loving, with a witty syntax and eyes that look at you awaiting a response. Then again, there's a lot of barking and rowdiness and sadness too, as her two Wheatons, Martha and Joey, move through her life and pass away. This is an interspecies book of advice you'd be wise to heed.

Where Decay Sleeps lays 36 poems on the undertaker’s table, revealing to us the seven stages of decay: pallor mortis, algor mortis, rigor mortis, livor mortis, putrefaction, decomposition, and skeletonization. Listeners are summoned to walk the Gothic ruins of monsters, where death and decay lie sleeping.

Do you enjoy museums of oddities? Places where you’ll find the strange, the unusual, and the bizarre? In this anthology, you will encounter oddities composed by Bill Bruehl—storyteller, actor, and poet—and you’ll discover what emerges from his rich, sometimes chilling, imagination. This collection of 29 poems includes his favorites. They include love poems alongside horror, realism, fantasy, and realistic fiction. If you enjoy museums dedicated to the strange and unusual, you will enjoy listening to The Fearsome Colors of Forsythia.

Entre o luto pela morte do pai e a felicidade pelo nascimento da filha, Allan Dias Castro nos leva a ver a saudade não mais através da tristeza da perda, mas como a celebração da grandiosidade da vida. Mesclando poesia com histórias pessoais, este é um mergulho nas memórias que todos nós compartilhamos: os almoços na casa da vó, as noites febris da infância, os causos na companhia dos amigos, os conselhos dos mais velhos para aplacar nossos medos.

A selection of poetry and prose from 50 years of writing. A unique, observational view of life in a quirky and sometimes whimsical manner. Here Tony gives us a brief glimpse into his mind and the humor that shapes his life as he shares his deepest thoughts, loves, and fears. Looking at life, death, and love in his own special way, Tony has captured his own personal journey and those who have inspired him to write in this summary of half a century.

This content is written in a poem format and tells the story of Black Americans and their journey from Africa to America.