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Little Gods is out now!

 

My second chapbook, Little Gods, is out now with Roswell Publishing and it's blooming gorgeous.

It's been such a pleasant experience working with Rae at Roswell Publishing to bring this little book into the world. I love the cover art by Hansuan Fabregas, and it looks gorgeous inside as well!

The Kindle version is available right now, and the Paperback will be available in the next few days. Find them here on Amazon.

Here's a wee sample for you, the first poem from the chapbook, The Island.

The Island

I lived on an island once
which was sometimes surrounded by sea.

Sometimes though the island’s god
would decide the island was enough

and wrap us up in a soft grey-white cloak 
of frost and feathers, take us far away.

That’s the thing that no-one tells you:
that islands can just go away.

I don’t know where they go. It’s not
something I’ve read in the physics books,

I don’t care, except it’s hard sometimes
putting up with the other islanders.

At least we can laugh together at 
mainlanders who say that sometimes

they can hardly make us out
for all the fog.





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