Book Release – Eyes See Soul by Jhanjhri Shah

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present Jhanjhri’s debut book of poetry, Eyes See Soul.

From the back: Eyes See Soul is an inspirational poetry collection that explores the complex themes of self-discovery and overcoming challenges. It depicts the beauty and healing that nature and twin flame love offer and provide. This instigative book is divided in three chapters titled “Life’s Base Camp”, “The Climb”, and “The View” as a metaphor for the deep feelings that seed from happenings around, the process of reflection, healing and finding the sacred soul blossom like spring flowers. With so much to offer, blank the canvas of your heart and let yourself surrender to the joy of sanctity.

Here’s a couple samples of her poetry which I really loved:

Available at lulu, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kindle.

In One Moment

I see you.
You see me.
Our eyes meet,
Time stops.
In a moment, just one second,
I see all the possibilities
and longings of a lifetime
being met in you.

I imagine your hand in mine
I see us eating together
Laughing, lots of laughing

I feel your fingers
Trace down my throat
Your lips devouring mine
Legs intertwined
Burning skin on burning skin
Hands everywhere, squeezing
Nails scratching

Your hand wrapping in my curls
Pulling back, hard
Breathing heavy, raspy, unsteady
I’m wet, so wet
Dripping down my legs
You lift me up
I wrap myself around you

Strong arms holding me up
Now the wall to my back
Grip my wrists and hold them
above my head
Then it’s you
Inside me, taking me
Loving me, wholly

Our voices in chorus
Moans turn to whimpers turn to sighs
Yes, you are mine and I am so yours
I would follow you anywhere
Our eyes join and at that very instant
Passion explodes.
We live, in that moment, together.

Then, you blink.

And it’s just you seeing me.
And me seeing you.
As you

tara caribou | ©2017-2021 revised

Under the Sheets, In My Head

I pull the sheets up to my chin. There are monsters here, but they aren’t out there. No, they reside within. Snapping their powerful jaws and flexing their pointed claws. They dig inside my brain and find all the worst parts of me.

“You will never be more than a smear beneath the boot the Others.” Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me twice. I know I will never measure up. I know I’ll never be enough. I know I’m pathetic and weak and strange. You aren’t telling me anything I don’t already believe.

I check the knobs on the stove once, twice, better check them again. You can only scrub the dirt off these hands for so long. Door locked? It doesn’t help. Neither do these sheets. It’s all within. Don’t bother digging around, I’ve seen it all before.

Still, I grip the sheets tighter and squeeze my eyes closed. What is this on my cheeks? My pillow? Damn it, we’ve been over this. It never helps. Tears. Blood. (drip-drip-drip… so pretty on my skin, on the tiles) Screaming. Scratching. Rocking forward, back. Forward, back. Nothing ever helps. Nothing… except the moon and the stars and soft fur and gentle eyes and a hug and a smile and nothing except the hope of love, love, love.

tara caribou | ©2021

How to Choose a Traveling Companion

He took my hand in his and together
we walked by the sea.
As we traveled,
not a word was spoken between us,
it was just him and me,
my thoughts and his entwined
like our fingers,
fitting perfectly together.

The trail we shared wound up and away
over mountain tops and shadowed valleys,
yet still we continued on,
him and I,
crossing fields and glaciers.
Morning followed evening and
night became day,
still on we roamed,
each holding on to the other.

We measured distance in
memories and sighs.
Glancing first him to me then
I to him.
A smile, a turn of the lips,
the stroke on the back of my hand.
No words need voiced, for
we saw reflections
there within our eyes
the true meaning of
the earth we journeyed.

It was love that held us together.
It was love that lifted our eyes.
It was love that guided our footsteps.
It was love, it was love, it was love.

tara caribou | ©2018-2021

Read more like this in my poetry books, Fallen Star Rising & Four.

Approaching Existence

Your velvet breath along my skin, 
Draws sighs from my lungs
A deep ache blooms and burns
A crackling flame below
This smile, a smirk of memory
Your voice, low, reminding me
Wickedness sublime
Want unfettered
My neck, bare: hopeful
The heat of your lips, gentle, suckling
A trail of kisses, promises
Even your arms wrapped tight around me
Safety and provision, a nest of comfort
I am betrayed by my heart
Logic holds my reality
Heart holds my future, and so do you

tara caribou | ©2021

Book Release – A Fistful of Ponies by Dan Provost

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present Dan Provost’s newest chapbook of poetry, A Fistful of Ponies.

A veteran of the small press, Dan Provost’s poetry has been published both in print and online for many years. He is the author of twelve books, including his latest Darting In and Out from Kung Fu Treachery Press. Dan has twice been nominated for the Best of the Net and has read his work throughout the United States. He lives in New Hampshire with his wife Laura and Bichon Frise Bella.

Here’s a sample of one of his poems which I really appreciate:

Available at lulu, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Kindle.

Dreams Eternal

Dreams, only dreams,
Carry me away
Become my realities
If I sleep, and you don’t
Or you sleep, while I wake
Is one better than the other?

I dream vivid dreams
Waking dreams
Dreams eternal

I dream for both of us
Living dreams
Dreams for sharing

I dream of you and me
Lovely dreams
Dreams of passion

I live there
Within my dreams
Longing, hopeful, eyes shining
Want me to share one?
Just one, with you?

In my dream, I see us
Hands bound with a strip of white
My left to your right
As we face one another
Standing on a beach
Wind whipping my hair about
Eyes only for you, for me
I’ve never felt more complete
Your heart is nearly bursting
And as we speak our hearts
I know this is only the beginning
Our beginning
Our dream come true

Can you see it?
Listen closely
Can you hear our words?

Take these dreams
Tear open your breast
Push them deep inside
Sew your flesh back up

Now my dreams become our dreams
While I sleep,
And you lie awake
(Or is it me whose eyes are open?)

Tell me,
Would like me to dream more
Dreams, only dreams,
For us to see, together?

tara caribou | ©2018-2021

Read more like this in my poetry books, Fallen Star Rising & Four.

It’s Just The Way She Loves

she’s beautiful in your eyes

the way she dances as she works, singing loudly and shaking her hips when she thinks no one sees
the way she watches a small wild rabbit from the top step of the porch with a smile, a hand on her heart
the way she throws her head back and laughs loudly in carefree abandon, infectious and real
the way she gazes out across the sea lost in thoughts no one knows, her hair glowing from the evening sun

she’s beautiful in your eyes

the way she loves without apology
the way she loves with heated passion
the way she loves without strings
the way she loves easily and wholly

she’s beautiful in your eyes

the way she listens to your words intently
the way she values you and your many layers
the way she makes you feel so much less alone
the way she adds sparkle and desire to your life

she’s beautiful in your eyes
and you love her

tara caribou | ©2021

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