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rumors of god

Rumors of God by Darren Whitehead was dramatically, drastically sabotogingly tramatiizing for the reader to read. I cannot even begin to explain the relived psychological traumas that I encountered while reading this book. Perhaps Mr. Whitehead could use some sensitivity training and perhaps a writing partner who is up for a rewrite. I would not give this book as a gift. Nor would I ever recommend it to a friend. A little less Jesus my friend, a little more compassion.

Three Karmic Short Stories

had taken his life in a nearby park. I remember being confused. I told them he was in his room. He’d be up in an hour or two, growling about the wrong type of cereal, then he’d disappear again until either a lecture or meeting friends dragged him from the house.

Scott Norton. Three Karmic Short Stories (Kindle Locations 25-28). Scott Norton.
Three Karmic Short Stories by Scott Norton remind me of my own battles with suicidal ideal and suicidal attempts. It is powerfully written, a book you will want to read more than once. My own struggle with suicide, a struggle that has lasted for 29 years, is not something I offer up lightly for my readers to read about. It’s one of those taboo things we, the survivors, are not supposed to talk about. Scott Norman talks about suicide. In plain language, in the language that suicide happens. Unfortunately my poets, we do not die poetic martyrs for whatever reason we’ve chosen to end our lives. We chose a very ordinary day, an ordinary day to others. Whether or not it seems a poetic day to us. The wind was just right; there was just enough alphaphets in our cereal that we could spell out our motive. Having survived numerous suicide attempts, I know there is nothing poetic about our choice of self martyrdom. So does Scott Norton. Read his book. It will change your life.

The Goddess Morganna's Request

The smoke lingered in the little cottage for a few minutes before it drifted out of his open windows leaving a lingering smell of the powerful potion he just made. After the sizzling stopped he placed the stone into the pot and left it in the pot over a blazing fire under it for the fortnight like the voice had told him. On the last night of the fortnight he looked into the pot and noticed that the stone was just barely covered by the potion he had made two weeks prior.

Angela Priest. The Goddess Morganna's Request - The Beginning Book 1 (Kindle Locations 478-495). Angela Priest.
Angela Priest presents thoughtful, provoking, magical imagery in her book The Goddess Morgannas Request-The Beginning Book !. I sampled a little of it and then I got the whole book because I wanted to read more. I find it extremely inventive that she implements pictures into her work- it worked for Charles dickes so why not Angela Priest. I have read The Goddess Morganna’s Request cover to cover, and I will most likely read it again and again. It’s that good. Prove me wrong.

every single woman

Every Single Woman’s Battle, by Shannon Ethridge is a poor excuse for Christian propaganda. It may be a poor excuse, but that’s exactly what it is. Propaganda. What Shannon Etheridge blasphemously proclaims to be sexual sin, is simply reworded bible thumping language for survival skills. I would never recommend this book to anyone. It would make me worry about whether or not they thought I was a bad person. It’s really that condemning and judgmental. Last I read “god is all things to all people.” Well guess what people, according to Shannon Etheridge, if you’re a single woman in a sexual relationship, God does not belong to you. And apparently the rules of English do not apply to her either. This book is a poor read with subpar syntax. I set out to read it objectively, but you can’t just make up your own rules of English.

I recieved this book for free from the publisher.
If you would like my copy, please leave a comment.

my dear father twilight

I remember once I asked
Why your hair was grey
You said it was silver
And that you were father time
Upon which you told me the story
Of father twilight and how he prepares
The earth for nighttime to be greated
In the morning by the sun child
I never once thought you were telling
Me the story of how you would die
And now my opah is dead
My dear father twilight
May the lord watch
Between me and thee
While we are absent
One from another.

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All of my books are ebooks, available through

1. Chronicles of Bursts of Light and Shadow: Poems of Bipolar Depression
2. In the Year of the Bog Witch
3. Victorian Poetry: A Collection of Papers
4. All of Her Dying Keeps Her Alive
5. Creatures of Sensation: a Teaser for the Novel

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