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One evening on Lāhaina’s Front Street, as Shaffer walked to an evening with friends, someone passing on the sidewalk commented, “The islands are even further west than I thought.” Those accidental words, like poetry, shifted his perspective once again regarding the place he lives. Even Further West is a collection of poems written of, in, and on the Hawaiian islands.

From the psych ward to flight deck, from whispered goodbyes to quiet strength, I Remember You is a raw and unflinching book of poetry and prose by Navy veteran Patrick J. Hughes. Seamed from the unvarnished material of trauma, healing, fatherhood, friendship, and mental illness, these poems will find an echo within anyone who's ever stood in a doorway and wondered how to move forward. With a raw honesty and with unexpected graciousness, Hughes charts life after conflict, the unseen scars of depression and PTSD, and the lifelines of salvation that bind us when we are breaking.

An electrician by trade, my father dreamed of becoming a write. Back then, you had to pay for a publisher to read your book and decide if they liked it. Now, with the internet, it's so much easier. I am grateful to have to chance to make his dream come to fruition. These are his poems.

Chaos. The disrupotor of the plans of our lives. It can destroy us, only to rebuild us into something else. In the Chaos of Me, Patrick S. Smith explains, in verse, the events that have shaped his life and his philosophy. From the highs of adopting a child, celebrating events, and the pain of September 11, 2001, he puts his feelings into words. Mixed in are his self-reflections and his wit, which can be chaotic.

Nature Speaks is a lyrical, soul-stirring poetry collection by A.K. Patrick, written in the voices of the Earth’s oldest storytellers—river, forest, moon, mountain, owl, and others. These are not poems about nature; they are poems from nature. Each verse serves as a whisper from the wild, an echo from stone, a reminder of what we’ve forgotten—and what still waits for us to remember. Told through allegory and grounded in deep emotional truth, these poems explore themes of rebirth, reverence, rage, and resilience.

There is a day in March when people of Irish descent, in whole or part, and those who just wish to partake of the Shamrock Isle’s legendary hospitality, come together the world over to celebrate the world’s most popular national festival: St Patrick’s day. That day is March 17th, the traditional anniversary of his death in 561. Saint Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland and is acknowledged as the one who brought Christianity to its shores and drove out the snakes.

This collection is the strangest of them all. I have said many times over the years, I have always felt as if something attached itself to me the day I was born, something evil and malevolent. This force or whatever it is gave me a rage and a hatred that cannot be described, and sometimes it scares the hell out of me. This series of narrative poems tells the story of this entity I refer to as my Dark Angel, although this ain't no heavenly cherub.

Continuing on from the first collection's dark theme, these narrative poems show the hate and rage I felt from the constant bullying and beatings I received during my school days, and how the damage these thugs inflicted upon me was to scar me for life. This collection refers to my feelings of rage and revenge, feelings and thoughts that still stay with me to this very day even though I am now in my 40s. God help anyone that tries to victimize me now for the rage that's buried deep within is only lying dormant like a nightmare that's waiting to awaken and destroy.

A collection of short poetry on how I used to view the world and society in general. It reflects heavily upon my tortured past and victimization at the hands of unforgiving ruthless thugs.

Combat Poetry was inspired by the experiences of a combat medic who experienced war both as a teenager and again as a seasoned combat veteran. Why would a combat medic want to write poetry? The poetry was in me and it had to come out. These thoughts were always in my head and on the tip of my tongue. I had to write this poetry for the sake of my own sanity.