Unforeseen Partitions II by Keeta B.

Unforeseen Partitions II continues every bit of the passion and lust from the erotic short stories in part I. Creatively written by Keeta B. This book is intended to open your mind to love and lust, while tantalizing your inner … Continue reading

Congrats on a Third Release – Anthony Arnold

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Random Thoughts: Reflections from the Mind of a Poet by Anthony Arnold…

The Grasshopper humbly bows, again!!! This is Anthony Arnold third book of poetry to be released and we are extremely proud of him. He dedicated this one to his late mother, Marolyn Martin. He describe her as his perfect muse for his gift in writing all the wonderful poetry.

There was no one more proud when my first books, My People, Our Trials and Tribulations, and Urban Musings were released. She was looking forward to the release of this book. So this book is dedicated to her, My Muse, my mom. I miss you dearly.

Random Thoughts: Reflections from the Mind of a Poet is the manifestation of feelings, thoughts and words onto paper with the heart stained in ink of Anthony’s essence on every page. His complication this third time around are not only profound, but heart wrenching as well.

In our opinion, Author Anthony Arnold may very well one of the greatest poets of our time and I am more than happy to come to know his work, his poetry!


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Random Thoughts: Reflections from the Mind of a Poet

Steamy Trails Publishing Presents – Chains Falling by Tricia St. John

Download it now on AMAZON Steamy Trails Publishing, announces the much anticipated release of the book, CHAINS FALLING: 21 Poems written by Tricia St. Tricia St. John is a third time author, and poet from Tarouba, Trinidad and Tobago. At … Continue reading



I miss the days
When heavy was light,
And in your face
Was just as good as out of sight.

I miss the days
When bad was good,
And dynamite
Never hurt nobody.

Like back in the days when
A dime was really worth a quarter,
And penny candies
Wasn’t simply an old mans dream.

When talkin trash
Was good clean fun,
When black was strength
Without a gun.

I miss the days
When digging something,
Never required shovels
And trinkets.

Back when hand shakes
Lasted all day it seemed,
OUR way showing and
Knowing we had surely made it home.

How about the days when entire neighborhoods
Took the time to raise one child.
And when street lights told time
Better than watches.

I sure miss the good old days
Days that were tried and true
Days that were filled with the real
And less reality!

A realist poem
Written by Katrina Gurl 2010
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