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'The Rivers' at The Los Angeles Times Festival of Books!

‘The Rivers’ at The Los Angeles Times Festival of Books!

I have been invited to be a part of The Los Angeles Times Festival of Books in April. However, I have no money to fly out there. Does anyone have any pennies they are willing to donate to my very worthy cause, please? Here is the link, if so: https://www.gofundme.com/f/the-rivers-at-the-la-times-festival-of-books?utm_medium=copy_link&utm_source=customer&utm_campaign=p_na+share-sheet&pc_code=ot_co…

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The Justin and Hailey Bieber/Calvin Klein Debacle!

You have no idea how much bravery this has taken, to share a subject so very close to my heart, but I would like to talk about something important. In this world of vacuous celebrity and steam-cleaned vaginas, one finds it so very hard to focus on what’s truly unimportant: the underwear worn by Justin and Hailey Bieber for their most recent Calvin Klein ad campaign.

It is hideous. Imagine going…

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'The Religion of Self-Enlightenment' and 'The Rivers': An Update!

‘The Religion of Self-Enlightenment’ and ‘The Rivers’: An Update!

I have book signings coming up in Waterstones in Canterbury and Eastbourne, and am also due to feature in The London Book Fair next year. The Rochdale Literary Festival and The Graham Greene Literary Festival are both considering my application to perform at their festivals next year. Glastonbury Festival have received my request to be on their hallowed fields next year.

Meanwhile, I am in…

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'The Religion of Self-Enlightenment': "A Cult Sensation!"

‘The Religion of Self-Enlightenment’: “A Cult Sensation!”

Recently Cambridge News declared my debut novel, The Religion of Self-Enlightenment, “a cult sensation” and said that it is “selling out across the region”. Cambridge Independent followed suit, calling it “a cult classic”!

The ROSE (as the acronym goes) is now available at Waterstones throughout the land, along with several Blackwells and independent bookshops.

It has sold out repeatedly in every…

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I'm on a Drystone #Radio Christmas Special tomorrow at 7.30pm. 'The Rivers', 'The Religion of Self-Enlightenment' and 'The Existence of Good' will all be mentioned!

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My article's in The Magical Times soon and here is the magical Tor on the Costa Coffee wall. I should have a second article about the way I have infinite photos of the Tor, heart shapes, angels, Christ-like figures in the waters of Paradise and so on! #Glastonburytor #writing #writer

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‘The Rivers’ has a publishing contract! My second novel, 'The Rivers', will be published by Austin Macauley! It's going to be an amazing novel and I hope you guys and girls will look out for it!

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A photoshoot for The Magical Times yesterday. #reading Secrets of Mary Magdalene and misread it to read: "...shedding tears so copious that they sufficed to clean the feet of a man who had just walked the dusty road to Paradise house."

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#Cambridge Heffers now stocks 'The ROSE'!

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I have appearances coming up on radio shows in Namibia, Perth, Cork, Wales and South Africa. I also have magazine articles with The Magical Times and Ellipsis!

If anyone’s looking for a novel that spans from spirituality to reincarnation you can find out all the details on rofse.com, loves.

Best wishes,

Emily

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THE ROSE: UPDATE! I have appearances coming up on radio shows in Namibia, Perth, Cork, Wales and South Africa. I also have magazine articles with The Magical Times and Ellipsis!

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I dreamed of a line of #poetry and this is it... Come to the Six Bells tonight at 7! I am going to #read from two #books, The Religion of Self-ENLIGHTENMENT and The Rivers.

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The ROSE: Update!

Where can I purchase The ROSE?

Brendan Books, Taunton.

Joseph’s Book Shop, Wembley.

Rhyme and Reason, Sheffield.

Waterstones, everywhere.

Labyrinth Book Shop, Glastonbury.

The Speaking Tree, Glastonbury.

E J Morton, Manchester.

Sold out:

Angel Book Shop, Cambridge.

Amnesty International, Cambridge.

Oxfam, Cambridge.

Courtyard Book Shop, Glastonbury.

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The ROSE: Update!

The Religion of Self-Enlightenment’s doing very well: there are radio interviews from Yeovil to Cork coming up along with a feature article and several book shops displaying it!

Abbey 104, Noods Radio, Cambridge 105, Cry FM, Witney Radio, Capetown 101.3 are some of the stations which are showing a keen interest in interviews about my book!

Ellipsis magazine have offered to have a feature article in the debut print edition. It was incredible to read and re-read their debut review for my work: http://ellipsisliverpool.com/the-religion-of-self-enlightenment-a-review/!

Liverpool Central Library’s agreed to stock it!

I also have a video for a song I wrote coupled with pictures from the journey thus far coming up by a television producer.

The Religion of Self-Enlightenment only receives five star reviews and you would be encouraged to purchase it by all who read the novel!

Best wishes,

Emily

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The Biography of the Night

The Biography of the Night

Here comes the Sun again It breaks me Slowly Gently But totally There it goes…

Easy now I’m still recovering Stars, moons, help me Speechless friends Helpless lovers Caress me with something besides indifference Oh no…it’s here again My shadows drain Through the gutter of time I love you stars Please speak to me Oh no… You’re on the day’s side and not my own I make mistakes like this Moon – you wouldn’t leave me would you Suffer the dark with me – Hope! But here it is again And I can’t see you any more Although I know at least half of you is on my side Don’t leave me should someone offer you a choice in the matter; I am peaceful, blissful, illuminating in ways days can only dream of Peace, brutality; They are never alone with me

Forgive me – I can’t stop this I make my destruction inevitable For were my nemesis strong enough to have a body Her pulse would be the incarnation of me And without us there’s nothing to miss But no reason to kiss either I’m not sure which is stranger Or worse Or best And time decides for me anyway so what does my opinion matter? Consciousness a cruelty When born to the parents of utter irrelevance And an unknown lover Lucky the lineage has been mistakenly traced, or else I’d break on a more permanent basis

Sister Light Look me in the face Do not hide from me Or run from me like this Fear, terror and shame become curiosity, desire and weakness In my moment of bravery, So hit me with the blow of recognition of who I am It’s unlike any other I’ve felt Hard Soft All that is All of it I can’t escape it Or seem to want to It’s a love in me I’m ashamed to see So beautiful I find it impossible to declare my own For no one has shown me how to be what I am not And so all will be illusion and darkness Until fact distinguishes itself, and henceforth, Truth wanders into the dusk of the in between worlds of identity Blurring masks and faces both

Each of us is suffering Each of us is waiting But only some whisper it And fewer shout And less still scream, the way they must surely want to: “STOP THIS IT’S TOO MUCH WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?”

But here it comes again, The sweet bliss of what I am not and cannot become Ah I am free to be me once I run out of air to breathe But only then

Meanwhile beautiful notes fill the air I cover and possess They sound like something I cannot understand But want to, need to But there are no points of understanding within this form of black And light is all I can see It’s such a shame I do not pretend I know this not But this is all I know It’s all I can; and also all I cannot shake from my dark dark world An understanding of her My sister My lover My mother My kin She strikes me As someone whom I can’t make a stranger Nor know well

Here it comes again… And peace fills my darkness Yes She’s as beautiful as I could be Were I not me I wonder if she knows I am her maker too? Can she see beyond this causeless wall as I can? She’s not wondrous enough perhaps; Thinks she is light alone and has no source; Is beyond God And creators Was never touched by me”

And then night looked at its mirror And the realisation was aglow in it As it recognized what it is for the first time And dawn was sweet And dusk was sweeter And all was a new word, meaning neither “night” or “day”, but something so total it made all existence cease for being nothing more than what is and always was And therefore nothing at all There were no enemies So no allies No friends So no foes No ups So no downs And the greeting was one of introduction-less familiarity between all separate-worded forms And after this eternal point No words were spoken And became a thing of a past which never was

This is what is meant by ‘God’ But we are stuck with His name until we free ourselves From the chains of ignorance we call ‘knowledge’ No one begs for their death more than God in His suffering HE does not whisper HE does not shout His is the scream which permeates all matter And pierces silence with an endless pitch Which no one knows is there, so constant is it “Don’t turn your ears on now”, they say “It’s only what IS This is of no use to us We want to caress you so skillessly” And so people lay, That unidentified note Ringing in their ears Being touched by what knows them not Or cares to, Their bodies will always be a mystery to the hands of any external force Their spiritual bodies that is, For in terms of their physical bodies Pleasure overtakes them In their desire for loss of meaning; Existence not an act of love any more But of surgery Or something equally as brutal; An operation called ‘Being’

It is so – The UN-ill Surrounded by the busily-prodding All having different phantom diseases to cure All experts at the futility, the ridiculousness, the absurdity of healing imperfection What will we do when we wake And find we are changed from health By succumbing to the need for change of any form? The tiresomeness of eternal perfection was clearly too much for us, And the drama of regaining it too appealing No. “We cannot resist what we are not” says one side of the Earth to the other As day and night circle, and dance with one another The planet dizzied by it all Stuck in an endless whirl of revolution; Around itself, around the Sun Until finally Hope kills itself Upon recognition of what it does to people Self-hatred overwhelms it And it suffers not to continue its own existence Given its new-found compassion for its originators Thankfully, it finally thinks of them More than itself at last And stops hoping for more; It draws its blade, And says Goodnight

Good Night Yes, hope is me The night eternal I killed myself That I may live free from the constraints of the body of time And that music-less dance I was having with day And now I know what I am not, which is ’dead’, I see what I am Which is forever, And never ending in ways I could not understand! When I believed I had had a beginning And could be interrupted Or broken By things other than me

I shine now, As I always have But forgot for a while When I offered to give that gift To my sister, The Day, And now she cannot thank me enough that I have taken it back And keep it with my own from her As she dances down there alone Without a leader Leading herself And I only watch from other realms, Her movements a command I cannot help but follow

It is beautiful Now I am not there anymore And have nowhere else to be But here And now And inside you And beside you And aside from you And alone with you And wishing you sweet dreams of dawn.

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A Sonnet

A Sonnet

If I could turn back time

I’d make it so that you’d always be mine

Walk through the forest of life with me, love

With your eyes wide

Not blind like these people have caused our eyes to be

To cope

It’s too hard to deal with love

I am a shell of you

I was when we met

I am now tormented with dreams of days previously

You looked directly into my heart and you said goodbye

If the world was a poem

Who wrote your lines?

With love in your heart you can conquer anyone

Anyone is here

Anyone is none

And with peace in your heart you can be peaceful with anyone

Anyone at all

Anyone with a soul

With hate in your heart there is no love at all

And love then becomes hatred when the world turns

Jump into the river of love

Dream a thousand dreams through the day and stay totally and completely alive

I will keep you alive – that’s love

Jump into the sun

The reflection on a water surface

And listen to the breeze

Tell you all of the beautiful things you’ve done

Oh the beautiful things we’ve done

Come around, beautiful child

Tell me good morning

In the wake of forever

I fell in your kiss

I’ve been waiting all my life for this

I’ve been searching all my life

Don’t be cruel to me

I’m not cruel to anything

I just want to welcome the great truth

Take the world by the hand

And make it your own

Reading Bukowski

It’s domestic violence!

Stupidity and insanity are highly prevalent among my ex-lovers

Don’t say like attracts like

I never held down a decent job

I held down a few fair men

Love is the highest praise and I love you x

I am the lover of your dreams

I am an angel with wings that truly gleam

Love is real and here today

With only these things

The human heart shall always sing.

The further wrong you go

The greater need you have for God

I am in love with you

I think that is true

If only to love you

With you loving me too

My life is only about you and no one else

It’s not about me

My heart’s now stuttering and starting

And often will bleed.

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A Sonnet

A Sonnet

If I could turn back time

I’d make it so that you’d always be mine

Walk through the forest of life with me, love

With your eyes wide

Not blind like these people have caused our eyes to be

To cope

It’s too hard to deal with love

I am a shell of you

I was when we met

I am now tormented with dreams of days previously

You looked directly into my heart and you said goodbye

If the world was a…

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The Biography of the Night

The Biography of the Night

The Biography of the Night

Here comes the Sun again It breaks me Slowly Gently But totally There it goes…

Easy now I’m still recovering Stars, moons, help me Speechless friends Helpless lovers Caress me with something besides indifference Oh no…it’s here again My shadows drain Through the gutter of time I love you stars Please speak to me Oh no… You’re on the day’s side and not my own I make…