Having written numerous works of nonfiction, this is Lee Hudspeth’s debut book of poetry. Incandescent Visions explores the meaning of the human experience, as the author encourages his readers to ponder the universe and their place within it and to catalyze their own creative potential. From the sublime shores of the Mediterranean to the majestic expansiveness of deep space, this book contemplates nostalgia, perspective and the gift of love. Through five short yet powerful, thought-provoking chapters of contemporary poems—and a dash of elegant, evocative haiku—Hudspeth takes his readers on a journey across the inner landscape of struggle, triumph, self-realization, and imagination.
Wild swimming’s become increasingly popular for people of all ages.
But what’s it like and what’s the point?
The poems and photographs in Nicholas Dobson’s Poetic Wild Swimming may have the answer.
For wild swimming isn’t just a sport. It’s also an out of body experience, where, as Dobson says: ‘the chains of life’ can ‘For a moment seem to slip’ as you swim ‘through clouds of light’ or ‘In sunset sea.’
Or where you can sink into ‘silvered dark/In shadow-bright pyrotechnic bubbles’.
With poems and photographs to illustrate the wild swim experience, this book should bring you the outdoor swim sensation, even when you’re home and dry!
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REVIEWS ABOUT THE BOOK
The Children of None is a collection of 43 poems, each poem is written with a unique style and candor. Several poems within the collection stand out as inspirational, heartfelt, and rich in language. The author does an exceptional job of creating unique poems, on themes such as social justice, love of family, culture in Nigeria, and how the process of creating a poem. Each poem exhibits a fresh new perspective, enchanting rhyme, and language that beckons the reader to read the poems again and again. —Katina Woodruff Borgersen, United States of America
This poem collection is absolutely a breath of fresh air! It speaks life into the souls of the hibernating. Mr. Steve Anc’s style of poetry is definitely an awakening experience. The distinguished poet penned in his poem, Children of None, “Cause tomorrow is for the seers’ astrologers said. Do not use the lens of now to measure our capabilities.” This rings true for poet Steve Anc, as his words man-ship will in time become airborne; the fresh air needed for many readers to come. —Kela Calvin. Author and a poet, United States of America, Author
I have read most of the poems in this book and I’m a fan of them all. I must say that
“A poem to my momma” and “The power of simple words” were my favorite. The woman is the only being that can reproduce and I enjoyed reading how he appreciated his mother for that. Also sometimes we forget the significance of the simple things in life and including some small words because they can make a big difference. He did a great job at delivering ‘the power of simple words.’ Great poet! —Andrea Priest-Atkins, a poet, United States of America
Steve’s work just gets better and better. This collection of fine work is packed full of some of his finest pieces including ‘I am Alive’, ‘Chim Ama Nda’ and ‘Mask of Life’. The set starts off strongly with ‘What is Justice’ and very rightly so, this piece sets the bar incredibly high leading the reader into a sense of emotional comfort from the soul. Throughout the collection, Steve draws on Shakespearean influences and uses his talents as a writer to the best of his ability. In fact, I do believe this area of poetry is his strongest when not drawing inspiration from his own life and culture in all it’s technicolour. Steve shows he is one of the finest writers of poetry in the world right at this very moment and encourages us all to dive into the very pits of our stomachs whilst reading his work, knowing we are only more complete for doing so–Tyler Heart, a poet, United Kingdom
I enjoyed reading this collection of poems. The different topics held my attention well. Great book! —Sergeant Ronnie Atkins. United States of America
Powerful poems with deep meaning that touches the heart and soul. Steve is a true poet and talented artist.– Jason Ng, Canada
“Do not use the lens of now to measure our capabilities – As the wind of morning blows wherever it wishes – We will stand in this porch to control our – Cause the wind will blow out of the dusty night – Not minding the Astrologer’s prediction”.
Amazing collection from Steve. Poems such as “The Power of Simple Words, We sipped Courage, Children of None and several others in this collection have shown how talented the Writer is in weaving words to create a nourishing effect for the mind. —Tobi Delly, Nigeria.
Loved your collection of poetry. For me it was an experience of sensing so many emotions all at once. I particularly loved the poem ” Poem to my momma and your momma”. The lines ” My days I count as a Naira note Always wanting to make you proud” touched my heart.–Smriti verma, India
ABOUT THE BOOK
If you have read the first, second and third poem in this book, don’t think that you have started, just say I am about to start, because the case opens the bracket…Steve Anc
A Rambling Wanderer’s Tale is a collection of poems examining the roller coaster of emotions spawned by anxiety, depression, love, revolution, heartbreak and acceptance. These poems were written from 2009-2011, and some of the pieces in this book have been revised from Marrero’s one act play Stop & Smell the Roses. This edition has a special poem written in 2015.No products found.
Existences and Vineyards is a five-volume series of a collection of poems that succinctly describe the human experience in raw form, conversations the author had with his other self, whilst in introspection and musings on the convolutedness of human existence. The poems reveal to their readers the thoughts of the author about human endeavors and how they affect us, from lifting us up to the apices of ecstasy, to putting us down to the nadirs of despondence and every other experience in between. The themes of the book include love and bile, happiness and sadness, success and failure, and other obvious subject matters known to characterize our lives and how we relate to one another and to the world. If you are human you’d find every letter, every word, every phrase and sentence relatable to not only your life, but the lives of everyone who ever walked this beautiful Earth.No products found.
We are the moody, doomed to misunderstanding, always accused of arrogance, because we are silent, we who do not resort to anyone when we feel sad and self-medicate. We are the morning lovers of the evening. We choose half of the light and dimming. We who thought that when we drown; We will die, we drowned in art, and because of this drowning: we survived. We get more mature with pain, not with the passage of time. We do not arrange the places of people in our hearts, their actions take over.
We are the only ones; we only meet in the pages of a black writer who knows about loneliness. We are the sons of grief of “Franz Kafka”, the philosophy of “Nietzsche”, depression of “Dostoevsky” and the absurdity of “Albert Camus”. We are all the sad writings written by unknown writers who were suffering from loneliness and sadness. We are sad by a musician who committed suicide from depression. We are the lines that Van Gogh drew with a shivering hand before he committed suicide. The last words of “Sylvia Platz” before her suicide and the last tremor of “Gandhi” before he was assassinated. We are the owners of the sad murals in alleys and dialogues, inhabited by the poor slums of love decorated with lies and hypocrisy, we are the ones who descended from everyone who was suffering from syndromes of fear and disorders of depression. We are those who sit in the last classes in the lectures no one notices our existence and no one cares about our absence. We are friends of the night, sadness and depression. We are the ones that no one knows about, and no matter how close anyone approaches us, they will have a little about us. We are the only ones who have no one to cry with about trivial things before the important ones, we are those who are accustomed to loss, pain and soreness, who suffer for children crying, and we may cry to see a sad scene in a movie, we are the ones who have no reasons for our actions and We do not know how to justify it or even defend ourselves. Those who are accustomed to staying up late for no apparent reason, who do not have any justification for contemplating the ceiling, in the sky, in following up the forms of stars, and we may create from cloud companions. We are the owners of antique brains that are sedatives that fail to remain, those who are irritable by a passing word, those with ever-changing moods, crying spells, and sudden sadness. We are the ones who do not care about themselves, and we no longer care about anyone’s matter. We are the owners of existential questions that are unanswered. Those who used to keep silent in the most severe situations that call for conversation. We are the ones whose words are never taken seriously. We are the ones who create arguments to apologize from attending parties and gatherings, we are everyone’s friends but have no friend, those who have made music as a companion. We are the people who walk in the streets at the time of rain, those who weep in their room in the evening and wake up in the morning as if they had not cried for hours, we are the ones who have not sent messages, and the pain that cannot be uttered, and with the wishes that were not fulfilled. We are the only ones who are fake in front of people, who are honest in front of themselves, we are the ones who only have broken hearts and broken dreams and wishes. We are forgotten, but do not forget, the agonized, who are unable to hurt anyone, and the peaceful ones, some have assaulted our feelings without a reaction from us. We are the only ones in everything, in our solitude, in our moments of depression, and no one knows about our pain, we are the ones who cry in silence and suffer in silence. We are the moody with the curse of details, obsessive-compulsive disorder, syndromes of fear, closeness and concern, we are the unheard screams of pain and hidden tremors of sadness, we who never meet but know each other, we gather in sadness, depression, calmness and complete darkness, amid the crowd.
My Book: ‘Justice Is The Chef Serving You Up Hope’, is more than just a Poetry Book. It is about my life’s experiences. And, my perspective on the Human Condition in all of its Glory plus suffering. My hope is to connect my words with my readers. My desire is for my book to give a new, exciting point of view on old ideas. It is not just a book filled up with words, but rather it is meant to make you think, feel, and grasp a new perspective. The Human Condition is an internal force of nature, as well as ones experiences through the process called…Living! The thing about Poetry is as it changes hands, its story evolves into something more. Poetry at times can be healing, loving, Angry, Humorous, and Unnerving etc., but good Poetry at all times is worth a look! There is no right or wrong in Poetry, as the Soul does not lie.No products found.