Poetry Catalog

Poetry by Samantha L. Terrell has been described as “intellectual” and “searching.” In this collection, the reader will have an opportunity to explore along with Terrell, delving into delicate intricacies of emotion – “Pride is a fair-weather friend, │And houses of cards don’t keep out rain. │So wet, so cold, so vulnerable, we reach for an umbrella, │Only to find it, too, is flimsy.” – and making tender observations: “…slow trickle │Lines of sweat │On my chest, and forehead │Water my soul.”

In addition to emotional investigation, Terrell’s poetry probes the various complexities of societal issues. Her educational background in the field of Sociology becomes apparent in several pieces that address inequality and social unrest: “Take produce: │Grown in corporate fields, │The undoing of farming communities. │And, though they’re picked by disadvantaged poor, │Are too costly for the hungering masses to afford.”

Vision, and Other Things We Hide From invites the reader to muster the courage that matches their curiosity to look beneath the surface and confront what they find with honesty and compassion.

Our days roll onward like an oceanic tide, mirroring the ever-moving human element that defines precisely who we are. During the more trying moments, we feel as if we’re surging out to sea without a floatation device. When grandeur and enlightenment take a prominent position within our worlds, we drift back towards the shore and find relief in the wavering sands. A Declaration of Our Rippling Days is a poetry collection that will guide the reader through these ebbs and flows while taking them on a journey from furrowed emotional lows to breathtakingly inspired summits.

Well, here we find ourselves again. A place most familiar. Some merely visit from time to time, some trapped, others blink in and out. We find the way, occasionally, from these things, but always manage to return. Ever-searching, endlessly, for the tiniest scrap of understanding. So many are tired. Many more would abandon the task if they could. It’s that rotted tooth, prodded with a swollen tongue. The splinter gone unseen, but felt against the tip of an arthritic finger, when brushed, ever so gently. It’s between then and now, here and there, the rise and the fall. Sometimes circular in its containment, other times void of any form or structure. The wondering, the needing, the wanting. Those seemingly insignificant moments that offer the possibility of tomorrow. In it, we find ourselves once again, and when we finally muster the courage to look around us, it is discovered that we are not alone.

to soar free of inhibition. a collection of poetry that skims the surface of fathomless emotion, leaving waves across the placid sea. m ennenbach plumbs these ripples in search of connection. sometimes the only answer is to tear down everything and examine it in its basest form. (un)fettered.

Things My Mother Left Behind is more than the poetic story of a woman’s experience with loss and her journey to blindness. It is the birth of an awakening; learning to see beyond the limitations we allow ourselves to become tethered to and defined by. In the author’s words, we find ourselves at the point where darkness and light converge, entwined by her search for meaning as she clings to the undeniable connection between pain and joy; grief and love. By delving into the center of sadness and addiction, we recognize a loss of innocence, the laying bare of what hides beneath the scattered bones of escapism. She will teach us that no matter how dark our days may be, there is always a light inside each of us that cannot be extinguished.

Shorts – a take on poetry is a collection of short poems by Eric Daniel Clarke which reflects on life, on human relationships, on chances taken and those missed. His words skim your mind, send out ripples which give rise to thoughts, and smiles too, of time lived and still to be – a take on poetry that feels unique, that can be re-read, afresh, as if another you, time and time again.

Who doesn’t remember blistering summer days, sweat dripping down the back of your neck. The scent of cotton candy and corndogs dancing on the wonder of flashing lights and neon signs. Trapped in a seemingly never-ending linear congregation. Tingling with anticipation for the magic that awaits just beyond the entrance booth. So close yet so far away. Flaring frustration for your turn at the bloated ticket prices, wallet-draining games of chance, and nausea-inducing twists and twirls, ups and downs.

A day at the park. Family fun for all. Remember to smile.

Eric Keegan returns with a pint-sized collection of whimsical, situational poetry. His sardonic observations and humorous interpretations of life’s small and memorable moments will leave the reader reminiscing of and longing for a return to simpler times.

A married older man, a single younger woman, work colleagues, their affair begins as he is about to leave for academia.
He evokes in brief episodes their first story: passionate encounters, fraught times and bitter parting.
After nearly two decades apart, their liaison is renewed. Old memories return, however, to haunt them and destroy their platonic bond.
He recalls conversations and emails of that shaky, seven-year friendship.
With most physical traces of their past gone, he depends on fading memories to tell their story.
These poems, fragments, are the sole remains of that love affair.

Unscaled highs, perilous lows; this is a journey filled with both. A free form dance in the form of poetry; tended with loving care that drips sorrow. Darkness tinged with hope, forged in the fires of life. Of the sea, of the stars, of the night air as the sun breaks on the horizon. A desperate love, in the guise of loving desperation.

(un)poetic is anything but.

No rules. Just pure expression poured on the page with shaking hands and envisioned through tear-filled eyes. This is different, this is new. Raw. This is poetry, here and now.

In this latest collection of poetry, River Dixon continues his journey into the crevices that exist between the folds of what defines us as human. When we limit our view to only the surface, as we often do, we are left with a narrow understanding of who we are and why we do the things we do. To grow and move forward, this stunted awareness must be stripped away. It’s imperative that we allow ourselves to delve into the places we fear most. Places where the only light that exists is the light we create. It’s from these places we emerge with the strength and hope necessary to bear witness to another day.

In COLDER, author River Dixon leads an exploration into the range and depth of emotions throughout the spectrum of the human condition.
Expressions of the darkness and the light which exist in all of us are stripped down and put on display.
Through this exposure comes an understanding of the common struggles shared by each of us as we experience this life. And once we open ourselves to understanding, we will witness the birth of acceptance, faith, and hope.