Gold Coast Writer’s Association Author of the Week!

Gold Coast Writer’s Association Author of the week

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‘Our author of the week, is Jennifer Calvert of Ink and Quill, author and poet who just released her first book, Horns and Halos.
You can find this book at Amazon.com https://www.amazon.com/Horns-Halos-Mrs-Jennife…/…/1975928253 or Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746721

Her book, Horns and Halos is a collection of Jennifer’s poetry.
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, ever-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 upfront and raw…
BOLD AND STRONG

A bit about this brilliant author, Jennifer Calvert is an Australian poet/writer. Jennifer has a Bachelor of Arts, majors in Writing and Media. Is a mother of two beautiful young daughters, an Early Childhood Educator and is always busy creating beautiful, thought-provoking poetry.’

Such an honour to be GCWA’S author of the week. Such an inspiring and supportive community. So happy to be apart of this!

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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

 

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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Feature Guest On Ink & Quill: Author Alexis Rose

Today’s feature guest on Ink and Quill, is Alexis Rose from Untangled. An inspirational author/writer and poet, sharing herself openly with her readers. Please follow her links to read more about her moving journey of healing.

NAME: Alexis Rose

COUNTRY: United States

Please tell us a little about yourself:

I began my healing journey in 2009. Sparked by a family tragedy, I began to piece together, for the first time, a personal history of abuse and trauma. Supported by my spirituality and writing, as well as family and friends, I have profoundly grown and changed over the past seven years.

While learning to live with the effects of my trauma, and working with the deficits caused from post-traumatic stress disorder, I co-authored three inspirational books.

My newest book, Untangled, is my memoir and speaks to the courage, resilience and triumph over my unimaginable hardship. I continue my process of healing and becoming whole to this day, trusting the long and winding path of recovery. I am also an active blogger.

When did you first start writing?
I began writing in 2010. At first I used it just as part of my therapy, a journaling exercise. Then one day one of my friends asked me what it was like to have PTSD. What did it feel like? I looked the same, but she expressed she didn’t understand what it felt like on the inside. I took that question very seriously, went home and wrote my first poem about what it feels like to have PTSD.

I had such an amazing reaction, that I began to share it with others. I was asked to collaborate on two books with artists. One was a photographer, the other a painter. I wrote poetry to accompany their art work. We went to a printer, made them into little books and they began selling. Not only selling, but people were purchasing 8 at a time to give as gifts.

Also, at that time I collaborated with a friend on how to journal using specific writing prompts. I had no idea I had a gift to write or the ability to touch people with my words. I was shocked and still to this day, I feel extremely humbled.

A friend took me aside one day and said,

“Out of the darkness, came this gift of light.”

 

What does writing mean to you? Why do you write?

I would write even when I thought I had nothing to write about. At first, I strictly used it as just one of my healing tools. I would write and send what I wrote off to my therapist. I started to notice that I was able to write down what I couldn’t say aloud. At first, I thought it provided distance from having to use my voice, but then I found it actually gave me a voice. When I thought I couldn’t speak a truth, I found if I read it out loud to my therapist, that I WAS speaking the truth. My truth!

“Writing gave me the courage I needed to address the pain I was feeling.”

 

Do you write poetry, short stories and/or novels?
I write poetry and non-fiction. My latest work is my memoir. I have another book bubbling up inside of me. I’m just not quite sure of the subject matter. I love the collaboration process, so maybe I’ll find someone to do another book of poems coupled with art work.

As She Dances The Steps Of Innocence

 

Where do you find your writing motivation and inspiration?
I am compelled to write. Even if I think I have nothing to say, I will sit at my laptop and free write. I’m motivated and inspired by the art of writing and using my ability to put down on paper what is in my mind. I realize that as some feel the need to paint, draw, sculpt, I have a need to write.

What are your current projects?
My memoir was published six months ago, so I am busy marketing that. I love to speak to groups, no matter the size about what it’s like to live with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I’m determined to make this an open conversation. It’s an invisible illness that effects so many people and their families and its very misunderstood. I also speak to groups about using writing as a healing tool. I’m just so energized by all of this. I could talk about it and write about it all day. Definitely gives me a purpose.

Writers/poets who inspire and influence your own writing?
I am very inspired by Rumi. I love poets, they have a beautiful way of expression.
I read a lot of books on mindfulness. I love historical fiction. I don’t think I have one author who really influences me.
I’m a person who will sit down with a book and escape into their world. I simply love good books.
I think the people who have influenced my writing have been some very talented writing teachers I’ve had over the past few years. I have gone to workshops and taken some on-line classes to learn the craft of putting a book together. Those lessons have been invaluable to me.
Also, I have found I have been very inspired by the bloggers I’ve found through my WordPress experience. I’m fairly new to the blogging world. In fact, I never even read a blog post anywhere, until I wrote my first one in October. What a gem of a writing community I found.

Have you any published works, or do you plan on publishing in the future?
My book Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage and Triumph by Alexis Rose is available on Amazon in both book and Kindle forms.

What process did you go through to get your book published?
When I decided to publish Untangled I was terrified. The other books I collaborated on were available through Amazon, we had them published and sold them ourselves. I knew that I absolutely wanted Untangled to be out in the world. I had done a lot of research on going with a publishing company vs self-publishing. For my goals and purposes I knew that self-publishing was the right decision.
I used create-space as my self-publishing platform. I was nervous about asking people to be my beta readers and then going through the painful editing process. But I tried to keep my mind open, as long as the people working with me understood that it was imperative that my book was told using “my voice.” There were some arguments with my editor a few times and a lot of compromising, but I understood the bigger goal, and had to learn to check my ego at the door.

“I felt compelled to publish my book. I knew that this was my truth, and that by letting my story go out in the world for others to read, no one could ever take that truth away from me again.”

I just really wanted to share my story. I wanted to share what it looks like to live through unimaginable circumstances for 20 plus years, with continued threats to stay silent and still be determined to be live not just survive.

Do you have a specific writing style/genre?
I find I write with feeling. I try to go to the place of, this is how it feels when something happens. Good, bad or neutral. I can weave a story and use visuals but I like to bring people to a place of, relating to the tightness in your chest, or the wave of emotion we feel in our stomach when we see something beautiful. I think the biggest feedback I have gotten from all readers, is even though they haven’t been through trauma they have felt those things too. In short, I try to write in the style of the human experience.

Do you have any advice for other writers?
If you want to write, then write. Just do it. Don’t worry about if anyone will ever read what you write. Just write. That is the first step that all writers must take. Stay true to your own voice.

Please share your favourite piece/s with us and a brief description of the inspiration behind it?

This is my latest piece. I was feeling the pain of the truth of my life, and the hope that I know it will get better.

The Hero Of Your Own Story

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Image borrowed from Google Images

My body is streaked with sweat and dirt from my desperate search to find safe shelter.

I’m barefoot, in a grimy torn t-shirt and shorts; my hands and feet caked with dirt.

My hair is filthy and matted. My mouth is dry; I can smell and taste the gritty dust that hangs in the air.

I sit down on a curb at the side of the road, and I know it’s over.

I’m unbelievably weary, all my energy spent in the act of sitting down.

I’m devastated…emotionally, mentally, and physically, and the worst of my wounds are invisible.

My eyes fill up, but no tears fall. I can only sit amid the rubble, trying to trust the safety of the gray, silent sky.

But I made it up the many, unforgiving mountain climbs.

I’m on the other side looking at the carnage, no way to fully wrap my mind over my truth yet, but I know

that I’m resilient, I’m courageous, I fought through.

And the words of Joseph Campbell resonate within me. I’m the hero of my story.

 

 

 

Guest Poet On Ink & Quill: Laura. A. Lord

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It is with great pleasure, I introduce you to Ink and Quill’s feature guest, Laura. A. Lord. Laura is a very talented poet and I’ve really enjoyed finding out more about her. Her poetry is incredible, edgy and original. Please, follow the link to check out more of her wonderful writing.

NAME: Laura A. Lord
COUNTRY: United States
AGE: 30

Please tell us a little about yourself:
I’m 30 years old and live on the Eastern Shore of Maryland with my husband and three children. I have been writing since I was a teenager, but didn’t start publishing my work until my mid-twenties. I have published six collections of poetry and vignettes and one children’s book.

‘Poetry is by far my favorite form to write and what I spend most of my time on.’

 

In fact, my newest collection set to be released this summer, I Am, in entirely poetry. I’m also an editor for Birth Without Fear and The Reverie Journal (the latter of which is a poetry magazine). You can find out more about my work on my blog,  Laura A Lord

When did you first start writing?
I started writing poetry as a teenager…Really bad, emo poetry. In fact, I have a huge binder full of the poems I wrote back then. I keep it effectively hidden in the hopes that no one will ever be subjected to the horrors inside there.

What does poetry mean to you?
Poetry is memories’ music. I am rarely ever able to write about something that is currently happening in my life, but after some time has gone by I am able to reflect on those memories.

‘I think that is what is most important to me about poetry – the ability to be able to freeze those feelings, emotions, and images in something like a poem.’

 

What might inspire you to write a poem? How does a poem begin for you, with an idea, a form or an image?
I tend to choose a theme. I think of a specific time in my life or emotion and try to work from that. I also enjoy wordle prompts. I have had great success with those and it is always fun to be challenged to use words you might not have ever chosen yourself.

Which writers/poets inspire and influence your own writing?
Sylvia Plath and Raymond Carver are two of my absolute favorites. I could, and have, read and reread their works again and again for inspiration.

Has your idea of what poetry is changed since you began writing poems?
Certainly. I used to think that poetry had to rhyme and that it needed a dark undertone. I am thankful to keep those hidden in the binder and to have learned to evolve my writing. I rarely rhyme these days, but I think the dark undertone lingers.

Tell us about your writing process: Pen and paper, computer, notes?
I have terrible carpal tunnel, so pen and paper is almost always out for me. I do keep a notebook in my bag and in my car, just in case, but I tend to use the notebook on my phone to jot down ideas. I write everything exclusively on my desktop, though.

Please share your favourite piece/s with us and a brief description of the inspiration behind it:
These three poems are from my upcoming book, I Am. The collection focuses on a woman’s view of herself at different points in her life. “Not for Keeps,” for instance, revolves around how I saw myself after learning of my (now ex) boyfriend’s infidelity, while “Brood Mare” stems from the drastic changes I saw in my body after the birth of my last son. “Skeleton Dance” formed a sort-of promise for me, in my effort to be as honest as possible throughout the book, and how it felt to open up so much about my own self-image.

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Not for Keeps

I’ve been nursing this blow up
like you’ve nursed that watery beer.
I wanted it big
and loud
and bright –
an explosion of color
in the harsh tones of a Las Vegas wedding.

I wanted my pain to hurt your eyes,
make you blink back a few tears.
I look better a bit hazy.
My angry face is heavily lined –
a child’s drawing,
all thick crayon swipes
and blurred edges.

I wanted my rage to be palpable –
a pulpy glob of orange juice in your mouth
after brushing your teeth.
I wanted you to roll me around on your tongue for a moment.
I wanted you to spit me out.

I’m no good for the long haul.
I’m not for keeps.

I break up like a wave crash,
a grenade with extra shrapnel on the side.
I can make a soap opera look like reality TV.

So come here, baby.
Let me lurk there at the back of your throat,
a taste you can’t get rid of.
I’m the kind of memory that gets closed up in some shoe box
under the bed.
I want to dine on the dust mites there and
listen to all the moments you whisper into her hair.
I want my claws so deep in your back
you still feel them when you’re fucking her.
I want my name engraved in your throat,
your voice box to massage every syllable as it slides
between your gritted teeth,
riding the wake your hips have made.
I want her to hate the plague marks I’ve left behind in you.

I’m such a needy little thing.

Brood Mare

I am a brood mare
with empty feed sack tits.
I’ve lost all sensitivity and
I’m emotionally bloated.

I’m an angry red slash –
The Joker’s mouth,
right above lips that have
stretched open so wide to speak
that they have split themselves sideways.
I’ve been stitched up,
stitched tight, and
I’m still loose.

I’m a pair of crow’s eyes at the corner
of a red-faced, wailing baby’s eyes.

I am lanolin-caked nipples –
I’m just trying to make the pain bearable.

I’m, “My God, I want you,” and
“Don’t touch me. I’m fat.”

I’m a hormonal, demolition derby car,
with no roll cage.
There’s no height requirement for this ride.
I’ve got an ass for days and nights,
sunsets and rises, and
rises,
like high rise to tuck in,
hold back,
control top.
I’m a peep-toe shoe
with thigh high stockings,
in a terry-cloth bathrobe.

I’m fuck-me-in-the-dark beautiful and
a saunter while I walk through the produce aisle.

I have nursed this image
until the well ran dry and
the keloids rose like mountain ranges
through a bush so neglected
it’s become a fanatic feminist icon,
but you’re still banging my crown against the headboard.
So I’m either that kind of desirable
or I’ve got a concussion.

Either way, I was never meant to be a princess.
I was meant to be a brood mare
with empty feed sack tits.

Skeleton Dance

I am ready to spill my skeletons,
open the door to the proverbial closet
and watch them perform an irreverent
skitter-dance across our bedroom carpet.
They will two-step in the moonlight
shining in jagged strips through the
wire screen against our window pane.
They will sing a false swan song
with lipless mouths and bones that
rattle as change in your pockets.
They will twist up on one another,
like a bow around a present,
and I’m giving you this gift,
because it is no longer possible
to keep them in my head.
I am dragging them out from under
the piles of old neglected things
that hinder our ability to speak freely
and humiliate what is left of our love.
I am giving you faceless truths
and praying that the melody of our past
is enough to string us back together.

 

Would you like a free copy of Laura’s book, Rumble Strip?

Sign up to her mailing list here

 

 

Would You Like To Be A Guest Writer and/or Poet On Ink and Quill?

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From the success of Ink and Quills Share a Poem Link.

I would like to invite poets and writers to be a feature guest on Ink and Quill.

If you think you might like to be a feature guest, please email

inkandquill@outlook.com.au

Please include: A brief bio and links to your websites and if there is something you’d like to write about specifically, or share.

And I will get back to you with the details.

Thanks

Jen

xxx

 

 

 

 

Feathers Twill and Twine

She,
A spring’s child,
A dove, of vintage white,
Lace and creamy delight,
Flowers braided and twined,
In hair of sand, eyes of olive hills,

He,
A winter’s child,
A falcon, of graceful flight,
Of nightfall and the beginning of dawn,
Feathers twill,
In hair of russet, eyes of black orchid pearls,

In faded light, on dusk and horizon,
Vista and scope,
He watches her glow,
Lit by the warmth of love,
And southern winds blow,
Showered under the teardrops flow,
Above, the red cliffs and hollow logs,
Trees bent and bowed,

We feather the sky, in colours of glorious light,
Of magenta earth,
Of lavender dreams,
Of hushed pinks,
And emerald greens,
In sheets of wistful seams

You Write Because

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In a recent post, why do you write? I asked you why you write?  

This post received an overwhelming response, and the answers were amazing.

The reasons why we write, are varied and passionate, but all share a common connection.

It seems as though, we write to express ourselves, as individuals, our thoughts, our feelings. It is a passion, so innately ingrained in our psyche.

As creative people, even if we tried we could never resist the urge to put pen to paper.

So I was so impressed with the response, I thought it might be nice to share them.

I Write Because

“If I didn’t I would explode into data strings all over the walls.” Tony R 

“Doing what we must and can with the words we have.” Aramsey Poet

“I am a WRITER, I am a WRITER….!” Tessa

“It is what you know you are, in your heart and in your mind.” Chris White

“I write because I’m addicted. I can’t kick the habit, no matter how hard I try.” Thomas M Watt

“I write because I need to in order to be my best self.”Smiling Away Food Allergies

“I feel like my words need a home.” John S

“I write because I have no choice. Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to breathe and live anymore. Because if I didn’t, I’d suffocate.” arwenaragornstar

“It’s proven to be therapeutic and incredible way to speak life without speaking.” e

“Because the other voice inside my head tells me to…” Standard Issued Life franz_kafka

The following comments left me with a big smile on my face, your words move me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for your continued encouragement and support.

“You write because you the world needs to hear your beautiful words. You’ve got something to say! It’s apparent with all your followers. People love your words. Keep writing because …..
You. Are. A. Writer.” From the beautiful poetess Carisa Adrienne

“Your honesty is truthful to this world.” From the incredibly innovative poet Charlie Zero

“I’m glad you do and you did because I found you and your talent, a true gift of your heart and soul.”From the amazingly talented poet and friend Ax

And this wonderfully heart warming message, which left me speechless, (Yes, it does happen) from the very talented and inspiring Wendell

“Jennifer you are more than a writer, you are a beautiful spirit whose radiance brings love alive within many hearts. I find that what I share is part of my spirits breath. My mother and her mother, and her mother are blessed to have Native American ancestry. My mother also said I was very spiritual, so the life in my words I always feels comes from the great spirit, who showered my soul with his love to share with all. You are wonderfully the same. More than a writer, your spirit shares many treasures alive within. God bless!” 

The Echo Of Our Love

In a whisper between two souls, the love echoes, bounces from my lips to yours. Words to stay on our tongues, lips to show our affection, eyes to captivate attention. The echo of our love can be felt with just … Continue reading

Writing Is Easy

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway