Tracing a path across an array of human phenomenology, Respiring Ruin is a collection of poems that examine and convey a series of reflections articulating the nature of our existence unabashedly and unapologetically. The intent is to shed some light on the derelict forms of relationships between people and nature. It questions the quality of life we lead with brief appreciation for the simple joys and little pleasures life holds. The core idea is embodied within the book’s title, which is...

This volume contains eleven poems. The subject matter generally lies in the realm of love found, love lost or some other aspect of love.

'Just Imagine' brings together two Rhyme Whisperer Books, 'As The Moon And The Sun' and 'In The Madness Of Meeting' in an anthology of poetry on love, faith and dreaming that will provoke minds and brighten hearts of readers of all ages.

Exciting music, delicious ironies, radiant self-awareness. With imagination, wit and scrupulous candour, Chris Hutchinson’s poems negotiate and renegotiate the shifting no-man’s-land between self and others, introspection and public life. Here are poems carrying unflinching perceptions on their own innovative, edgy music, refusing inflations of rhetoric and complacent notions of the inner life, bringing skeptical intelligence and radical imagination-those supposedly incompatible room-mates...

Dedication to a friend whose generosity could never end except to cast out to sea Serendipity's harmony.

Poems of love, and despair; the hanging longings of a woman who has lost her lover's hand. She can't go on, but she must; and the feelings she holds inside. These are depressive love poems, poems of want and desire.

Invite these poems to companion your heart and let them stretch your soul. Brendas spare, simple words say big things. In this very intimate collection we are offered messages of lifes mysteries in a language as clear as any fine spiritual direction. Throbbing through the poems is her Celtic sensibility, offered in the calm dialect of a sagacious heart bred to thrive in Newfoundland weather. Taken as talismans of transformation, these poems beg rereading, like stories retold over strong te...

From a traumatized psyche pours the therapeutic poetry of a licensed marriage and family therapist. As a trauma survivor herself, author Claran dOrr speaks to the hearts of those affected by mental illness in From Behind the Other Chair, her gesture of peace and healing. This is the third of three consecutive, autobiographical volumes of poetry. They begin with the present, flowing backward in time to the original severe traumas she experienced of commitments to a mental ward and jail sent...

Ever struggled with your own duality? You are not alone!I let my dichotomies dialogue, and my creative muse appeared on my journey to oneness. May my musings inspire your own unique expression. We all have our own star song.

Molten Eternities is a collection of short poems that etch out the dogmas of this universe and attempt to have a look on the other side. The poems poke the vast eeriness of the cosmos, and how it is an eternity and a brief moment, all at once. Caught up in this paradox of 'time' are all of us - molten fragments of an eternity, and shackled down by years, and lifetimes. Lifetimes that thrive on promises and vows. Each one of us yearning for a love that is flawless and yet, evades us. The po...

The Sun Behind the Sun covers a great diversity of subjects, moods, and scenes, with four distinct threads interweaving their way through the collection. Journeys, the nature of time, the four seasons, and that question with so many possible answers: what is real, and what is illusory? As for the collection’s title, read the last poem, decode it, and you’ll have an answer.

Gordon D Wilkinson, born July 1948 in Oxford, United Kingdom:reading is one of the pastimes that serving in the british army in brunei, was one of the few things to do at night. poetry first surprised then engulfed my spare time, after being given a very tatty old book of rhyme. once the appetite was whetted there has never been anywhere in the world, that I have visited or worked, that at least one book of prose has had a home in my suitcase.writing poetry my-self did not ...