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Writing a non- fiction study How do we feed the world's starving. Published The end of Humanity and have four books to publish.

NaPoWriMo #26: Sources

Jane Dougherty Writes


I dig deep into the river mud,
Where roots weave their tapestry,
Dead leaves bind the earth we tread,
And shoots pierce and climb.
Where worm galleries
Thread the dark loam,
Pitter-pattered with mouse paws.
Tunnelled arteries lead to the core,
Pulsing with nesting fox hearts.
I dig with reverent hands,
Through the tangled, matted mesh of life,
Finding the source of all things.

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A Poem a Day for April 2015 with Laura and Goodreads

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A Poem a Day for April 2015

I am attempting to write a poem a day for April 2015 – perhaps you would like to join me. Read and comment on my poems. Post your own poems here, but don’t cheat; try and write it on the given day (you are only cheating yourself if you don’t)

The rainbow at the world’s end

Jane Dougherty Writes

Painting by Archip Iwanowitsch Kuindshi


Red the bloody cloud in the river,

Green the iris spears piercing the mud,

Yellow the celandine creeping so deftly

Over the orange of rusting blades.

Steel grey the rain on the trampled meadow,

Blue the smoke from the funeral pyres,

Purple the haze on the poisoned pools

Where carcasses caracole bloated and pale.

Silver by moonlight the silent lagoon,

Violet by day, a stagnant pool,

Still as the grave at the ocean’s edge,

A pewter cup full of indigo tears.

And pearl the mist that hazes the moon,

On this night of rejoicing beneath the dark stars,

The bright crystal shards rain to dead voices keening,

A myriad lives broken at the rainbow’s end.

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Woken by moonlight

Jane Dougherty Writes

Painting by Lionel Walden


Woken by moonlight,
Flooding the night,
Softening the hard planes of your cheek,
Touching the smooth curve of your shoulder,
With silver,
Falling soft on your sleeping face,
Stripping away the years,
Back to the core,
The same
As the first time
We lay together,
In the light of the moon.

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The last

Jane Dougherty Writes

Painting: watercolour by J.L. Bilder


We were not the first
But shall be the last,
And when all that came before,
That grew and flourished,
Bloomed and thrived,
When all that lived and loved
And nurtured its young,
Has gone into the blackened pit,
The lightless charnel house,
We will march triumphant through the ash,
Clad in all the garish colours
Of heaven and hell.

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Progress Update on My Book and a Few Secrets Spilled

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Writing and updating a book Writing a poetry book. Update time! Photo via Poetic Parfait.

Reading, writing, and arithmetic. Strike that. Read, write, scratch out the word, rewrite, scratch that out, write more, sleep, major lightbulb moment in the middle of the night that makes no sense in the morning, write…

If you are a writer, then that might seem like a familiar pattern. I am in the midst of crazyville, and it’s called publishing a book. Want to join me for a cup of coffee as we catch up?

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3 Awards for Poetry Collection “The Weight of Snow” by B.L.Bruce

Bri Bruce Productions

2014 International Book Awards Finalist in the Poetry Category
2014 San Francisco Book Festival Honorable Mention, Poetry Category
2014 USA Best Book Awards “Poetry” Category Finalist

Featured on the USA Book News’s 2014 USA Best Book Awards Website 




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Praise for The Weight of Snow

“The poems in The Weight of Snow are heartfelt, skillfully written, and keenly observed fragments of the natural world and our lives there. Bravo.”  – Gary Young, Poet Laureate of Santa Cruz County, Award-Winning Author of PleasureNo Other Life, and Braver Deeds

“[Bruce] is the worthy heiress of Mary Oliver.” – John Gilchrist

There is nothing to say that would be as lyrical and eloquent as…

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Because Sometimes I Don’t Want to Explain My Poetry Motivation

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A Question about Poetic Motivation What does this poem mean, exactly? Photo via Poetic Parfait.

Here’s what I’m thinking. Here’s what inspired me. Wait, it’s about poetry motivation.

Yesterday, I read a post by ladysighs about the Birth of a Poem. Check it out and follow her blog if you haven’t already as there are always interesting reflections and poems there! Okay, back to her post. She explained that sometimes it is difficult to understand a poem and when that happens she would like to know the writer’s intention behind the lines or poetry motivation.

I wrote in my comment on her post that:

Sometimes I write the explanations to my poems at the bottom of the posts. I don’t always do it though because I like to read how people interpret them.

As a poet, I like sometimes to see how you the readers interpret my lines. Sometimes your comments tell me that…

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