Geoffrey Heptonstall’s ‘Rites of Passage’ is split into three sections, ‘The Bird of Paradise’, ‘Oceans and Islands’ and ‘More Songs for Her’. The first has a focus on reading and music, gateways to paradise perhaps. The second focuses on the sea and the lives of those who live on the coasts. The third works towards a conclusion. From the first section, in ‘The Book I Open’,
Some of his poems are too simplistic and yet beautiful like On This Sunday Morning, “Overtop the trembling aspen raindrops fall before striking the pain”, in Winds, “Wail louder, your might, I am well, I have a book, I have a fire, I have my pen”
Some of his collection has appeared in many publications and he has to his credit many Awards which is worth mention here. Congratulations Olivier and we look forward to many more.
Dear Readers, there’s lot to read in Robert’s book. He has penned over 150 poems. “Isn’t it mind blowing?” All those who love to read poetry will find this book very interesting who can mindfully go through each one of his writing as one relishes goodies in life.
Christine’s work has been published in Connections Literary Magazine, Contemporary American Voices, a journal of poetry and Paterson Literary Review:”Napkins and Chinatown”. Wow! Congratulations, Christine. We wish you all success for future and look forward to many more such publications.
This book is like a testimonial of the Ivan’s thoughts mainly relating to History, Philosophy and Nature. Ivan, I liked your way of penning your poetries by naming them with alphabets. You have exhibited an exemplary skill of narrating the historical palaces, as well. This is just the first impression of browsing through your book.
This is how every Poet/Writer narrates his/her experience of writing as in This Morning. “Fire burns in my fingertips as I hold the pen, waiting to write the words that will save me”. In Garden Stones, “On my own new place, new façade, the flush of my skin makes my appearance sublime. The world watches as I hide my fault lines behind written words”. Most of the Poets and Writers are introvert; I too feel the same being a Writer myself, and so I can relate to your words as you wrote in your Introvert’s Lament, “Too many people on the trail, crowds steal my breath, I become small, distant, over”. Today Turtles were my favorite animal, their shells my hiding place, a shelte
Her poems are categorized in four quadrants; Drawing Maps, Boundaries, Oracle and Odyssey. That was something which I found very unique because all the words are synonymous to Geography. Her poem Drawing our Maps is very artistically written which looks like a drawing. “I am mapping the unit areas within internal shadows, the incandescence of opportunity and accomplishment absent when self-doubt inks the veins” are some interesting lines.Her poems are categorized in four quadrants; Drawing Maps, Boundaries, Oracle and Odyssey. That was something which I found very unique because all the words are synonymous to Geography. Her poem Drawing our Maps is very artistically written which l
This book gives glimpses of Jacob’s life journey of self-exploration and self-introspection. His poems clearly have penned down journey of life with an open heart and an open mind. Congratulations Jocob, for some of your work being published in Unspoken Word, NYPL: St. George Library, and Verse-Virtual.
I loved the title of her book just because each one of us spend most of our time by living in the past. The good and the bad memories kinda give breather to our life. Contrastingly, she has coupled with Tomorrow’s Song, “Better to hear dark notes in the crescendo of a full moment and taste the salt of tears than live in yesterday replaying an album of worn-out dreams”.