Written long past, when the Syrian conflict began between a president and his people.
Get a free book of poems just for selecting poems you enjoy . . . AND, a mention of your blog in the upcoming book of poems, “Slices.”
After more than a year on Word Press, I’ve decided to take selected poems from my blog and self-publish them in a work entitled “Slices.”
As my dad would have said, Why not? And, “It couldn’t hoit!”
Kathryn Amos Glover has agreed to illustrate the cover, as well as act as Creative Director (she has no one to supervise, though) in the effort to create the piece. You can see Kathryn’s wonderful artwork by going to Recommended Blogs on this site and clicking on her link.
I thought it would be fun to have my readers/followers help me select the work to go into the book.
If you would like to help, I’d like you to peruse my poetry, and make the comment “Include this in ‘Slices’.”
As an incentive, I’ll do two things:
1. Include your WordPress (or whatever else) blog site in the credits section of the book,
2. AND I will send you a free copy of “Slices.” No kidding!
Here’s the catch: Not all of my work is under Poetry in the Genres tab. BUT, the good news is you can search by category from the home page of my blog.
“Slices” is intended to be slices from life. My poetry runs the gamut, from pretty ok to pretty awful. So it really shouldn’t be too difficult to make a selection(s).
If you choose to help, my undying (I’m still alive) gratitude. If not, then you can’t complain when the book is finally published.
I’ve reposted this short story, which is my version of a short story my father, Lawrence A. Marsden, wrote years ago. Since his death in 2005, we have been searching for a copy of that story.
When and if the story is found, I will publish it.
In the meantime, enjoy the following:
It is one of a collection of my short stories, published in Through the Glass Darkly, and available for text download or paperback on Amazon.com.
L. Stewart Marsden
Lily’s Poems are those of my 9-year-old daughter, Lily. She is a fourth-grader, and had a poetry section this spring in her LA class. I’ve enjoyed her work, and hope you either have, or will.
Red comes from the sun rising in the sky.
Red is the anger inside of you.
Red is the fireworks bursting high.
Red is the joy of Christmas.
Red is the inspiration that inspires us.
Red is the love inside your Heart.