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FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMS

N.L. SHOMPOLE

Some of the poems in this collection will be familiar, some obscure, and others wholly unfamiliar. February: New + Select Poems features published and unpublished work spanning the last five years of Shompole's writing journey. Contained in this volume are poems that will haunt you, some that will effervesce and some that will beg you to return for more.

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POETRY LACE BONE BEAST  N.L. SHOMPOLE   Here is emptiness. Here is a mouth after a recent excavation, black with soot, devoid of kisses. Here are hands, trembling against the soft ache of morning, here are eyes, wet, wide, half-full of sky and loneliness. Here is belly, back, femur, spine, ragged and smooth all at once,  all at once.  Here are dreams, ink black and speckled, lost behind the eyes. Here is a muted elegy, crow’s feet feathered over the eyes like lace. Here are the last strains of a dirge, wild, discordant, free.   AVAILABLE FORMATS:    EBOOK    |    PAPERBACK

POETRY
LACE BONE BEAST
N.L. SHOMPOLE

Here is emptiness. Here is a mouth after a recent excavation, black with soot, devoid of kisses. Here are hands, trembling against the soft ache of morning, here are eyes, wet, wide, half-full of sky and loneliness. Here is belly, back, femur, spine, ragged and smooth all at once, all at once. Here are dreams, ink black and speckled, lost behind the eyes. Here is a muted elegy, crow’s feet feathered over the eyes like lace. Here are the last strains of a dirge, wild, discordant, free.

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POETRY PHANTOMS AS EUPHEMISMS FOR DISASTER  N.L. SHOMPOLE   As a collection of poetry and prose,  Phantoms as Euphemisms for Disaster  explores the many faces of loss. Not only the loss of love, but loss of language, culture, identity and self. The book seamlessly navigates the silences between harrowing conversations, to realizations about growing up, about grief and how to deal with loss, to the reawakening of tenderness, hope and awareness in the innate power of self. This is a fantastic collection for anyone who appreciates a unique voice, beautiful language and the ache and sweetness that is living.   AVAILABLE FORMATS:    EBOOK    |    PAPERBACK

POETRY
PHANTOMS AS EUPHEMISMS FOR DISASTER
N.L. SHOMPOLE

As a collection of poetry and prose, Phantoms as Euphemisms for Disaster explores the many faces of loss. Not only the loss of love, but loss of language, culture, identity and self. The book seamlessly navigates the silences between harrowing conversations, to realizations about growing up, about grief and how to deal with loss, to the reawakening of tenderness, hope and awareness in the innate power of self. This is a fantastic collection for anyone who appreciates a unique voice, beautiful language and the ache and sweetness that is living.

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POETRY HEAVEN WATER BLOOD N.L. SHOMPOLE   We sat on the side of a tarmac road riddled with open holes and stared at the same vast existence that his father, and his father before had read with unerring precision, how they mapped out seasons according to stars and the open sky. In that sliver of time, caught between full light and full dark my bones melted against my skin. To know that last century, last millennia, a small epoch in this corner of earth my grandfather (a hundred generations ago, and a hundred more) stood open face to the dark sky and followed the three spiked belt to water, to dry land, to blood, to earth. To know that he followed Orion home.   AVAILABLE FORMATS:    EBOOK    |    PAPERBACK

POETRY
HEAVEN WATER BLOOD
N.L. SHOMPOLE

We sat on the side of a tarmac road riddled with open holes and stared at the same vast existence that his father, and his father before had read with unerring precision, how they mapped out seasons according to stars and the open sky.
In that sliver of time, caught between full light and full dark my bones melted against my skin. To know that last century, last millennia, a small epoch in this corner of earth my grandfather (a hundred generations ago, and a hundred more) stood open face to the dark sky and followed the three spiked belt to water, to dry land, to blood, to earth. To know that he followed Orion home.

AVAILABLE FORMATS: EBOOK | PAPERBACK