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About the author:
Her first book, the 360 Degree Heart – a poetic anthology, was published in July 2013, followed by her second anthology, Expressions of Humanity, in December 2013. Right now she is working on another anthology, a songbook and a dystopian fiction novel.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book was inspired by observing the way we interact with each other and having gratitude for the people who have come in and out of my life. The smallest deed can have a huge impact on someone’s life. We are all interconnected.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Riding the bullet to your brain:
Hollow streets and empty faces
One day, youth will fade
In favour of boredom.
The most difficult poem to write is the one blood-stained with heartache.
One day our souls will rise from this abyss
And find sanctuary in union.
It hurts to read your youth
In the past lives of Kerouac and Coetzee.
As a woman,
It’s even more frightening.
And you’re stuck with a choice
Bookless, brainless Barbies
Who accept everything and laugh in pity and ignorance
And knowledge snobs
Who sip wine and flaunt their arrogance.
Give me my middle class
My middle class
So that I can know a little more
And care a little less.
Give me my wages
So I can eat a little more
And worry a little less.
Then one day
Our children will look up at us
“You did this.
You did this – filled my lungs with smog,
Blurred my vision with indifference
And silenced me with pseudo-music.”
“You did this
So that you could have a little more
Leaving me with less
And this one we’ll call
Riding the bullet to our collective universal brain.
Riding the bullet to your brain.
The Bank of Hearts:
I’m starting a business but it won’t make no money
And the crowds will mock me: “How funny!”
A bank of hearts I shall create
And in my books, the accountant will keep record
Of every stone heart liberated.
In the vault I will venture now and then
To remember the smiles and kindness
And recollect every burdened soul that we helped set free.
So it won’t matter if I can count all the pennies in my purse
And digits on my net worth
On one hand.
Money comes and goes
Is used up and disappears;
But one heart touched
Can never be untouched
So my bank balance always grows…