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Gravity by Rana Kelly

The lovely Rana Kelly has a new book called Superstition, available at Amazon. It’s the first book released by Sudden Denouement Publishing. Be sure to check out her novel, Until Her Darkness Goes. For now, read “Gravity.”

My Heart is an Island,
Safe away from society and succor
my Soul is the Sand. Tiny crushed pieces
of earth and skeletons.
Time and death and birth,
endless cycles of
creation and destruction
cushion for your bare feet.
Truly loved and known
Only by the Sea
Surrounding me
See, I am not adrift.
My roots run deep
Under Mariana
And pressured waters
That could crush
Skulls like soft bugs,
The weight that I bear
Hides my core.
It takes millions of all kinds of
Tiny and huge things
Before you can see just my sand
There is no patience
In highways, nor aeroplanes,
I’m here with time.
You may live on me, bury your toes,
Burn your skin,
Cool your fever in my shallows,
Laugh your weekends away
But you go home.
And here I am,
Alone. While my own heart
Pulls in
Pushes out
Intimate only with the far off moon.
And Universal Forces
That are foreign to me.
Do you think it beauty?
Do you think it balm?
I am trapped.
The waves rush in and ebb out
Bring me nothing but vastness
slow erosion.
God Knows
My Heart is an Island
My own currents
pull me apart
Drag me under
Drown me.
Enjoy your holiday.

© Rana Kelly

Source: “Gravity” from Rana Kelly’s Book Superstition from Sudden Denouement Publishing


Review: Watercolor Words

This was originally shared as an exclusive sneak peak in the second poetry issue of Mailbox Eulogies a week ago. To join, click here.

I purchased this book at a signing and Topher Kearby was both kind and considerate to me and my family. I read the book that night and I really enjoyed the mix of typed poems, art, and poetry. Most of the poems resonated with me and I felt a deep connection with them. His unique way of expressing himself through his art is unlike anything I’ve seen before and I’m lucky to be a part of it.

5/5 Stars

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© Sarah Doughty


Review: Flow And Grip

This was originally shared as an exclusive sneak peak in the first fiction issue of Mailbox Eulogies a week ago. To join, click here.

Where can I possibly begin to describe my love for these books? The simplest answer is the beginning.

Flow is the prequel novella to Grip, which is the essential backstory to the journey that is Bristol and Grip. Within the first few pages, At the airport, Grip was picking Bristol up to spend time with her brother, his best friend. Upon first seeing her, Grip thought, Black skinny jeans cling to long, lean legs that start at Monday and stretch all the way through next week, and I knew I was hooked. I grinned like a loon and even chuckled a little.

It says a lot for a book to stir such a reaction within the first few chapters, but this was merely pages. Pages, people! Ryan mentions her love for poetry and how she wanted it to shine through in her fiction, and she pulls it off with ease. A few pages later, as the narration shifts to Bristol, it’s obvious how much the narration differed so much from Grip’s, which was another dead giveaway that Ryan is a great storyteller.

As I’m marveling at the chemistry and depth of the characters, Grip blurts, “I was wondering when you’d get around to asking some questions.” His expression loosens into a grin. “You keep looking at me like I might pull over at the next rest stop and stuff you in the trunk.”

I couldn’t help it. I busted out laughing, which of course, I was reading in bed at three in the morning and I woke my poor husband up in the process. But I digress.

Each paragraph held my attention. The electricity between Bristol and Grip was off the charts.

Without getting spoilery, something happens and seven years later, Grip begins. Bristol has pushed Grip away and kept him as a friend and business partner, but Grip hasn’t wavered in his quest to win her over. The lyrical storytelling continues throughout and I was just as spellbound by the story as I was in Flow. Since this is an adult contemporary romance, it’s not for younger audiences, and if this doesn’t deter you, I recommend it. Very much.

If you’re still unsure, let me lure you a little by saying that Flow is always free to download from Amazon, so what’s the harm in trying it? As an extra bonus, Ryan (she’s such a generous soul!) is offering a giveaway of Grip to one lucky winner! See the details on that below.

Allow me the cue the angels to sing, throw some confetti, and by all means, imagine Morgan Freeman reading you some poetry. Because, these books are made of gold. (And this is the part where I’ll squeal because Ryan is writing another novel, following Bristol and Grip, called Still, and I can’t wait for it!)

5/5 Stars – Although, if I could, I’d give 6/5, because, wow.

Grip E-Book Giveaway!

One entry per action completed (must email me a screenshot of each item for them to count!):

**Giveaway will end and be announced on May 10th.**

Have a fiction book you’d like to recommend? Drop it in the comments or send me an email via my about page.

© Sarah Doughty


Review: Milk And Honey

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This was originally shared as an exclusive sneak peak in the first poetry issue of Mailbox Eulogies a week ago. To join, click here.

There’s no doubt that Ms. Kaur has overcome a lot in her years and her writing does pack a bit of a punch. But, I found that her style was a little shallow and distracting at times. Let me elaborate.

The first section was the worst, involving graphic details of being abused and molested by strangers and extended family members. This was triggering to the point that I needed to take actions to calm down before sleeping.

Further into the book, she discusses love and desire. She speaks in metaphors about masturbation, setting the world on fire with lust, using tongues to write poetry between the legs, etc. Even her line drawings were somewhat graphic in places, like fingers dripping with honey. But then when the f-word finally makes an appearance, she blocks it out with asterisks. I found that to be rather odd, but accepted it and moved on.

Her writing style doesn’t include capitalization, punctuation other than periods, or even strategic line breaks where pauses would be found naturally. A couple poems needed to be reread in order to learn the meaning. A couple pieces were somewhat complicated, requiring some time to decipher the meaning.

The rest were almost too simple. I often find that poems that can have more than one meaning, depending on how the reader interprets it, is more powerful that a shallow line that says only one thing with no other depth or nuance to it.

She tended to overuse metaphors, like setting something on fire with anger or passion, and it seemed like she included too many references to honey just for the sake of tying in with the title.

This book was good, but it wasn’t fantastic, and I wasn’t blown away by it, but considering her heritage as a Punjabi woman and that she’s set out on her own and made a life for herself is inspiring enough, especially if what she wrote was common for Punjabi families.

Bottom line is that her words were triggering, shallow, and often contradictory, but powerful enough to send a one-pointed message.

3.5/5 Stars

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© Sarah Doughty

Poetry, Updates

The Silence Between Moonbeams Live At Smashwords



Ladies and gentlemen, the wait is over! My chapbook, The Silence Between Moonbeams is now live at Smashwords! Distribution to online retailers is pending.

To download your free copy, click here, and you can download any format you want, including mobi files for kindles.

If you enjoy it, I encourage you to leave a review at Goodreads.