Introducing Bevan Boggenpoel “Confessions in Ink”

Introducing fellow South African Bevan Boggenpoel with his international debut collection…

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ConfessionsIn Ink

Foreword . . .

It is an honour for me to introduce fellow South African and a unique weaver of words to the global literary community, Mr Bevan Boggenpoel. I first noticed Boggenpoel when he posted a spiritual poem, which I thought would be a good fit for Spirit Fire Review Journal and subsequently advised Boggenpoel on the mechanics involved to submit internationally, as I realised how talented he was. We became very good friends and I realised that his work is destined for great things.

Boggenpoel’s ability to speak to his community and indeed a nation in two languages after his debut South African collection in December 2016 published by Selwyn Milborrow of Milborrow Media and Publishing; is testimony to his literary vision to also communicate to a global audience, writing about universal themes such as racism, oppression, love, hate, culture, politics, dystopian society, spirituality and much more; which…

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Note to Self 2 – Author Ryan Vallee

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FullSizeRender Photo Credit: Raja’s Insight

Note to Self  2


Can grow


As long as


Let them

© Ryan Vallee


Excerpt from the book “Off The Leash”


About the Author

Ryan Vallee  is a  36 year old husband, and father to three kids. He grew up in Michigan and has lived there all his life. He began writing in the 6th grade, on and off throughout high school and after.  He went on a bit of hiatus until a year ago, when he  picked the pencil back up and hasn’t stopped writing since.

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The Wedding – Author Glenda Higgins

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Running through wildflowers

Knee-high and white

Little black sputnik birds

Fast on yellow feet

A miniature meadow

For fairies and wood folk

Out for a stroll too

Unseen in the glowing green

Pirouettes with daisies

The earth’s wedding bouquet

As she marries summer

For another year

Promises made in sunlight

Among the yellow and white

Stretching to the sea

Inspected by pigeons

And ocean birds

Inland for awhile

Trumpeters with fish breath

And beguiling smiles

Running through wildflowers

Knee-high and white

While the earth marries summer

And gives up the night

© Glenda Higgins

Glenda Higgins

Excerpt from the book “Poetry in Motion”

Glenda Higgins

About the Author 

Glenda spent her early work in libraries – ten years in various positions, including cataloguing, which launched her on a favorite pastime of reading everything under the sun.

 Her start as a poet surprised her. She took a poetry-writing course. Two hundred poems wrote themselves in…

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Lines Drawn – Author Stephanie Francis

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There’s an invisible line set between us.

Separating the various parts of us.

Parts that are tossed about

whenever a disagreement comes about.

What is this line really stating and projecting?

We both have our alliance and choose not to change

what status quo wants us to believe.

There is a line between us and in reality we are free to be.

Free to want and desire what is rightfully ours.

Why not give in to that freedom of expression?

We were intended to blend and just be.

Coexisting together in this life.

©  Stephanie Francis

Excerpt form the book “Divided Lines – A Poet’s Stance”

Divided Lines

Foreword . . .

In a world of ever increasing advances seemingly created to make our lives easier to manage, envisioned to bring us together, to draw us closer, we are still in many instances isolated and at odds and validly apart. Something is…

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If I Were A Palmist, poem by Debasish Parashar (IF I Poetry and Prose Series) @Silver Birch Press


Photo Credit @Silver Birch Press

If I Were A Palmist by Debasish Parashar:

If I were a palmist

I could have read how

the lines on your palm

merge with the borders

and define India

not merely of maps and geography

but a geosophy


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Source: If I Were A Palmist, poem by Debasish Parashar (IF I Poetry and Prose Series)

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