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This is a book of poetry ranging from oceanic prose, to raw human emotions, to the bizarre. It will fit anyones' taste
Kerry J. Hall & Michael D. Russell co-wrote Inside Our Heads; it is their first published work. Kerry & I have been life-long friends as well as thespians and singers. We are currently writing our first novel together and will update everyone once it has been published.
Kerry J. Hall is a licensed vocational nurse by profession and has been writing poetry since the age of six. She lived most of her life in the California Bay area and now resides in the beautiful state of Oregon.
Michael D. Russell, born in the Midwest in the 50's and orphaned at twelve years of age, worked his way through college and has been working as an RN, mainly in the E.R. He has been writing sings and poems, as he would put it - forever-. Retired now and battling cancer holistically, he makes sure to count his blessings every day.
These are friends of mine but I am very critical when it comes to a 'good read' and must tell everyone to take a look at this wonderful assortment of poetry; you will enjoy them immensely.
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Excerpt
Saturn Dreaming of Mars
At the tip, Saturn's umbra, a shining gold glows
The wind's constant hurricane, feel how it blows
The secrets of her rings, only nobody knows
The dull haze ingest me, like coffins at noon
This pain is incessant, no relief is too soon
Terrain without feature always whispers of time
Saturn stirs with a grinding, a machine in its prime
A dance that seems ageless, the keeping of rhyme
I am lost in the lightshow, as old Sol just cries
My dream sail unfurls, solar winds tell no lies
Adrift in her orbit, tears are shed for a cure
Sweet atmosphere gases, such poison, so pure
The swirling sand milkshake sends out its flat lure
In a black hole inversion, my dreamscapes implode
I am dreaming of Mars, Saturn sync's in the code
Michael Russell/Kerry Hall, 2007
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