'Musings of My Mind' is a beautiful book on poetry, by 16 year old writer, Suzanne Alexy, who has weaved her thoughts, emotions and experiences as a compilation of poems and songs, penned between the age of 8 and 16. This is a 'coming of age' poetry book, a labour of love that transcends childhood to teens. While the poems have a classic touch of rhyme and rhythm, the spectrum she covers, resonates with a contemporary context. Some will tickle your funny bone, some will tug your heart, some will have you shed a tear and some will put you in deep thought. So grab your copy today, flip the pages and savour a melange of emotions in her poetic musings.
“A short story is a different thing altogether. A short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.” – Stephen King The Devil’s Workshop is a collection of short stories, each uniquely different, each distinctively dissimilar… yet they blend together to offer a scrumptious buffet guaranteed to satisfy the most fastidious of readers. The ‘recipe’ includes a copious quantity of humour, a large dollop of the supernatural, a generous measure of romance, a dash of mystery, a pinch of passion, a sprinkling of sentimentality, a grain of truth, a tinge of sympathy and just a touch of eroticism. All these ingredients have been marinated in nostalgia, simmered in a large cauldron of memories, seasoned with a mixture of emotions, garnished with tenderness and served with an abundance of love. This exotic combination of flavours will undoubtedly satiate even the most discerning of palates, and the taste will continue to linger – long after it has been consumed!
The Thoughts and Musings of a 17-year-old-girl is a poetry collection about life, love, revolution and difficulties of growing up. In these pages, V.R Waring offers advice, understanding, and comfort in the way only words can. Each poem is accompanied by a unique drawing that ties the whole book together.
There are moments in your life that you hold close within your heart. They become memories that you cherish, that you hold dear. You keep them locked away in a secret place in your heart and only can be reached through the opening of your soul. That is where you hold your most treasured blessings. Only those treasures find there way into this chamber and only those treasures remain when others fall away. This special place is your soul's heart chest; its key is only found through the special corridor of your heart.Sometimes beautiful souls find there way into this special place. This is what makes them more than friends, more than soulmates, it makes them part of your heart, part of your soul. They become part of your most cherished treasures; they become part of your soul's heart chest where they are protected forever. I have been blessed with very few who have touched me in this way and I know that I am blessed beyond measure to have been touched by such rare treasures. It is within my soul's heart chest that I keep you forever protected. Your souls are more than amazing and beautiful doesn't even come close to describing you. You have lit my path in the darkness and helped me find my way home. You have reminded me that it's ok to be me, that it's ok to be wounded. That it's ok not to be perfect. Most importantly, you have accepted me for who I am and loved me for it in spite of it, unconditionally. To open up and receive the love you offer and give love back in return without fear.You will always be protected in my soul's heart chest. Where I keep all of my most treasured blessings and there you will stay forever. You are always part of my heart and soul and I love you for who you are but also for who I am because of you.Daddy don't cry, your Wounded Butterfly finally learned how to fly... I miss you, thank you for believing in me when nobody else did. Sending so much love to you up in Heaven.
Welcome to Weston Locher's Musings on Minutiae where the author offers up hilarious observations and insights on topics of great importance such as: Living in an urban apartment complex ( if I become an admitted pet owner, then I have to pay not only a several hundred dollar deposit to the apartment complex, but I'm pretty sure that they also reserve the right to harvest some of my bodily organs ), living with felines ( as I'm walking anywhere in my apartment. They scamper in front of my legs, causing me to fall and face plant into whatever furniture is closest. They especially like to play this game when I'm carrying piping hot coffee.), his childhood Memories (Our family was nearly torn apart on several occasions by arguments started when the refrigerator door was open for what my father deemed as 'too long.'), and much more. Chock full of humorous essays and personal anecdotes, Musings on Minutiae will keep you laughing for as long as you have a pulse.
Take a peek into the “puntastic” (as one of the readers described the Musings of this Military Mind) collection of articles, anecdotes and topical commentary of global events. The range is huge starting from the US Presidential Elections and Covid 19 to the training regimen of the cadets in the Defence Academies. The author has captured his ruminations in a lucid and simple story narrative. “The Trump Card” The Trump(ets) of the world have heaved a sigh of relief after four years of having been blown non-stop, no wonder all that they produced these days was " Vivekamunandan..." When they were queried on their misery, they responded tongue in cheek that "They were 'biden' their time". “Independence Day the NDA Way” 2475 ft. was one of the peaks of the small hills in Khadakwasla. Why was it called 2475? No one knows. The actual height was probably a couple of feet less. Corporal then explained the modus operandi of the day's climb; we had to front roll up the slope...? Now this was turning out to be literally a bolt from the blue... a royal kick in the derriere provided the much needed booster. So began our very own freedom struggle, we the wretched second and third termers… the very lowly creatures in the food chain bore the brunt. “Oh those Bats” Apart from the social distancing, lockdowns and migrant labours, cricketers and baseball players are up in arms; they have asked for a change in the nomenclature of their “Bats”, they would not like to touch anything so vile in their wildest imagination. “Ode to NDA Masters” "Giving meaningful looks!” was how the charge read, forwarded by Dr (Mrs) SK Singh; the cadet was summoned to the squadron office and questioned. He was punished to be sent on liberty to Pune next Sunday to leave the instructor in question alone... “Quarantined” Covid 19 after all is a teen, adolescent, neither an adult nor a kid, quite confused, not taken seriously by the Americans nor by the Chinese. He is out to prove a point. How I wish the Chinks had waited for two more months before letting it lose, then it would have been christened Covid 20 and would probably have been more reasonable. “A Close Shave” Today's youngsters are all Virat Kohli look alikes... clones, same bearded chins with hardly any clean cut faces. I wonder why this reverse evolution has commenced in the men folk, where they have got so entangled in the facial hair that they have messed up Darwin's treatise itself. At this rate, soon they should be growing their vestigial tails on their derriere! “Close Encounters of the Hairy Kind(!)” The reason why we start to dread the visit to the saloon may be a matter of research. But to me it appears as though the blame lies squarely with our age old ‘samskaras’, ‘mundan’ as we all are aware, is our first introduction with this species of barbers or hair dressers, as they are addressed these days. Naturally after the ignominy of making a public spectacle of being shorn of one’s precious locks, the relations with the barbers were destined to be acrimonious.
A journal of inquisitive feelings, questions, and ramblings reflecting the mind of every man. A soul-searching quest for meaning and beauty infusing optimism and a fresh spin on the banal realities of Life. The essence of the simplest truths blended in words.
The acclaimed author of Einstein’s Dreams tackles "big questions like the origin of the universe and the nature of consciousness ... in an entertaining and easily digestible way” (Wall Street Journal) with a collection of meditative essays on the possibilities—and impossibilities—of nothingness and infinity, and how our place in the cosmos falls somewhere in between. Can space be divided into smaller and smaller units, ad infinitum? Does space extend to larger and larger regions, on and on to infinity? Is consciousness reducible to the material brain and its neurons? What was the origin of life, and can biologists create life from scratch in the lab? Physicist and novelist Alan Lightman, whom The Washington Post has called “the poet laureate of science writers,” explores these questions and more—from the anatomy of a smile to the capriciousness of memory to the specialness of life in the universe to what came before the Big Bang. Probable Impossibilities is a deeply engaged consideration of what we know of the universe, of life and the mind, and of things vastly larger and smaller than ourselves.
Winner of the 2011 Costa First Novel Award When their mother catches their father with another woman, twelve year-old Blessing and her fourteen-year-old brother, Ezikiel, are forced to leave their comfortable home in Lagos for a village in the Niger Delta, to live with their mother’s family. Without running water or electricity, Warri is at first a nightmare for Blessing. Her mother is gone all day and works suspiciously late into the night to pay the children’s school fees. Her brother, once a promising student, seems to be falling increasingly under the influence of the local group of violent teenage boys calling themselves Freedom Fighters. Her grandfather, a kind if misguided man, is trying on Islam as his new religion of choice, and is even considering the possibility of bringing in a second wife. But Blessing’s grandmother, wise and practical, soon becomes a beloved mentor, teaching Blessing the ways of the midwife in rural Nigeria. Blessing is exposed to the horrors of genital mutilation and the devastation wrought on the environment by British and American oil companies. As Warri comes to feel like home, Blessing becomes increasingly aware of the threats to its safety, both from its unshakable but dangerous traditions and the relentless carelessness of the modern world. Tiny Sunbirds, Far Away is the witty and beautifully written story of one family’s attempt to survive a new life they could never have imagined, struggling to find a deeper sense of identity along the way.
Some say that Madness is linked directly to creativity. I don't know about that, but I can tell you one thing, I am definitely mad. I chose these 55 poems to entice and teach people just what a maddened mind can create. When you're reading my poetry you are stepping into the mouth of madness itself. I hope you enjoy the ride...
