Why Not Me?

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I started writing a story, when my now four year old daughter was a baby. It was slow going. I was studying my Bachelor too and didn’t have much time to write, so it kind of got pushed aside. Then when I started back on it. My laptop blew up and I lost 3 chapters of the story and couldn’t retrieve them. So once again it got pushed aside and than I fell pregnant with my second child and it wasn’t the easiest pregnancy, so again it got put off.

Until this year, when it suddenly hit me. I’ve got to get this done. I’m not exactly sure what triggered this sudden urge, so strong that I couldn’t leave it any longer.

Maybe it was the writers meeting I attended and the inspirational speakers and fellow writers. Perhaps it was an awakening? I’ve struggled with anxiety and PTSD and through this, I’ve learnt so much about myself and I’m beginning to realise that I am capable of so much more then I give myself credit for.

So I ask the question, to myself and to you…WHY NOT ME?

So my first achievement was publishing my poetry collection; Horns & Halo’s and the next big thing is publishing my fantasy novel, Raven Child. Which I’m very close to finishing my first draft. (In my next post I’ll explain the storyline.) rise

I have two young daughters with no family support, so this has been a challenge in itself. But when you have passion and love for something, you make it happen.

So, no matter how small, work towards your goals each and everyday. Even just 20 minutes spare each day or just jotting down idea’s. You’ll be amazed at the results!

Love Jen xxx

 

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Fuck It

I wrote this poem, with tears in my eyes, for the words are real and raw. I’ve always struggled to believe in myself and especially my writing. But it seems I’ve turned a point in my life now and there’s no going back. I’m realising that I can write. And am going to, no matter what. So ‘fuck it’ can be my mantra. Because I’m moving out of my comfy home and into the wild 😜

Thanks to my dear friend Cassie for the mantra 💗

FREE Horns & Halos Poetry Collection

Poetry is fluid and interchanging based on emotion and perception. It allows both the poet and the reader to discover and interpret the words, for themselves.

Life is a lot like poetry, always changing, unique, flexible, forever challenging the mind, and flooding the senses.

Horns & Halo’s was written to convey this sense of self through both emotion and experience. Horns & Halo’s connects the written word, with the real world. No bullshit, no sugar-coating, just up front and raw…

BOLD AND STRONG…LIKE A WOMAN

 

Horns & Halos is available worldwide in paperback and Kindle, from Amazon and a free e-book is available from https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746721 use coupon code to get your free copy PT96V

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Owl by K.Morris

Owl by K.Morris

I have lain awake listening for the owl’s cry.
A note that chills
Thrills
Then does die.

One day
This bird of prey
Will carry my soul away,
Or so the supersticious say.

Mice hide
While I, in my pride
Decide
The owl’s erie cry
Signifies that I will die.

The bird has no interest in me
So why can I not be free
Of his cry
That to my window nigh
does rise, then, as suddenly, die?

Biography

Kevin Morris was born in Liverpool on 6 January 1969.
After having obtained a BA (hons) in history and politics and a MA in Political theory, from University College Swansea, he moved to London where he now lives and works.
Kevin blogs at newauthoronline.com. For details of his published works please see the “About” page on newauthoronline.com.

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We Will Rise

J. Calvert 2008

J. Calvert 2008

Under chandelier skies,
Stars of dust,
Shards in the night,
Clouded and broken,
Fractured light,
Below, Parisians weep,
Tears fall,
Silver threads,
Drip down the face of a nation,
The world reels.
On the dawn,
Under the light of day,
Brilliant rays of metallic, brass and copper tones,
Love will wrap her veil around our shoulders,
Draw us in,
Blanketed under the warmth of love,
The sun will shine, even on the darkest day,
We will rise.

In the wake of the terrible events in Paris I have been reading the beautiful messages of hope, love and compassion from my fellow bloggers and yet, my own words lost.

Today I sat down at my computer, and the words spilt forth, in tears and sorrow. My words only a small band-aid on the pain the world is feeling.

Yet, I know, we as a community, a people of compassion and love. Fear and hatred will be overridden and we will prevail.

We will rise again.

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J. Calvert 2008

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J.Calvert 2008

Jennifer Calvert 2008

J.Calvert 2008

Fluent In Lover’s Kiss

“Our tongues, fluent in lover’s kiss.”

Jennifer Calvert

Tie My Heart In Egyptian Threads

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“Tie my heart in Egyptian threads.”

Jennifer Calvert