Eat My Sparklestars, 2025!

I hate making New Year's resolutions. They always go sideways for me, flittering away into the cosmos like a nervous laugh that lasts just long enough to be awkward. So I am determined NOT to make any this year! I will hold my wishes close and secret, and pour my courage and confidence into Maya Angelou's wisdom:

"You can't use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have."

I don't know what or how much I will be able to accomplish this year, but I will throw my messy, dream-spangled heart into it! That much, I promise.

 

Stay tuned for the eclosion of Cynestia Moon . . .

Tangible Creatures Poetry Collection

I've been waiting until December 6th to announce the release of my poetry collection, Tangible Creatures. I chose my mom's birthday because she was always the first person with whom I would share my ink dreams! 

*Flowery book blurb:

Entangle yourself in forty years of wandering as poet S.E. Page plunges deep within the root and rot intrinsic to existence while searching for worth. Even as time demands ever greater concessions from our bodies, Page muses on how we ink out fairy tales and folio to feed our imagination and make us whole again. Abandoning both heaven and hell, Page scours the deepest recesses of the universe and her heart to find a new way to transform the grief of losing her mother to the ineluctable march of mortality. Words and photography meld together as a worn soul-seeker marvels at the glamour and grit of life.

“Mother ash undone universe
Breathe into me—
(Just one more time)
But how does one plead with a ghost?
How dare I ask for some
MORE.”

The splendiferously talented Elizabeth Pinborough designed the cover for me based on a picture of my mother from her youth. It truly holds her essence; the free and gentle spirit torn away too soon from this sphere of existence. My poetry collection is woven throughout with meditations on my relationship with my mom, not just when she was alive, but also how it evolved after her sudden passing. Leaving my birth religion at age 33 was like experiencing her death for a second time, because my entire cosmic view of mortality and the afterlife was shattered. These poems play with those facets, and try to capture a slant of starlight before it vanishes on the edge of a sigh, a song, a page . . .

Cover Reveal!

Ever Bonnie

Tangible Creatures Cover-Sneak Peek!

This month has been pretty tough, so I'd like to end it on a note as soft as silver seeds and starry wishes. Here's a partial sneak peek at the cover of my poetry collection, Tangible Creatures, created by the stelliferous Elizabeth Pinborough!