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Mystical Secrets of the Beehive is Steve’s fifth book of poetry. It has a very happy cover made of sunlight, meadow honey, and sunflower pollen. It’s a mix of wild ideas, poetic excursions with experimental language, a few tosses of an emotion-coin, and other detoxifications from the silliness of soul. It is also a good sedative when the Horlicks fails to kick in.
Here's what one awesome fan said
This book is delightful. I met Stephen via mutual friends on Facebook and was taken with his way with words. When I read some of his poems, I am a ten-year-old old girl again, pony tails flying while I peddle my Schwinn – with the banana seat – Popsicle juice dripping down my hand, on a hot summer day. Life is carefree and magical and smells of freshly mowed grass.
And then life happens and things become serious business. Very. Serious. Business.
Stephen reminds me to look at the world with wonder once again. If your battered soul needs a flight of fancy to transport you to a simpler, happier time, I invite you to climb aboard this magic carpet.
- Theresa Lode
Oh Look! here are all the other books
MYSTICAL SECRETS OF THE BEEHIVE: WILD POETRY
This book of poetry tells you how to open your third-eye, then again, maybe not.. This is Steve’s fifth book of poetry and he continues to write, how crazy is that! Somehow the magic of words has not dried up, or as J. K. Rowling once said, “Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.” This book of poetics and reflections spins a little of the mystery of the latter.
MYSTICAL SECRETS OF THE BEEHIVE: WILD POETRY
“Half poet, half mad, half terrified, half ecstatic. Exhausted at the beauty of words, fascinated that I still haven’t a clue what’s going on.”
In Flight, you’re presented with another collection of word sculptures, poetics, and reflective nudges towards awakening that try to be as honest and as real as a shifting beam of sunlight.
“The mystics get it—everyone one else fights about it.”
Illumina is a provocative collection of thoughts, poetry, and reflections—an energising tumble of ideas retelling old wonders in a modern poetic cant. Illumina forges the often-broken words of poetry with the speech of wonder.
STARING AT THE WILD MOONLIGHT
“My soul is a window slightly ajar and I spy a wandering star I can finally breathe my wish upon.”
As a poet and a writer I often feel like I am scribbling on a sidewalk full of tiny cracks. From these small fissures, thoughts and concepts and possibilities fizzle up through my concrete-dull mind – a small word, a metaphor, a fragment of a phrase – and sometimes I am awake enough to notice them and write them down. This collection of poetry attempts to capture that sudden glance from darkness into a brighter light which brings an all-together different way of seeing.
A THOUSAND WAYS TO LISTEN TO SILENCE
“Ego prefers to think it is awake, aware, and awash in truth. It mimics rest in chains of servitude, running a religious sweatshop beside the river of good intentions.”
The words of the 70+ poems in A Thousand Ways reflect part of that discovery. I have seen them emerge out of a spiritual struggle with the unfamiliar. Soul-reflection, as a form of solitude, is a lost art in these days of ultra-connectedness, and while I don’t bemoan the beauty of the global community and networking that is happening on so many levels, I do think there’s a need to step back from it on a regular basis.
Do we all need to find a lonely wooden cabin and retire there for the next 30 years in solitude and bliss? What if awareness is not what we have been led to believe?
Awareness is about finding that profound place of contentment. As a grace filled awareness rises in your heart you can be guaranteed one thing: you will never look at life the same way you always have. The writhes and twists that self-inflicted religion can impose on our inner life are both addictive and disturbing – sapping our spirits like a corrosive vapor oozing out of our limited perceptions.
THE STILLNESS AT THE EDGE OF TIME
Umm, oops, this book is currently out of print. Are you crying? You should be crying, just a little.
Oh no, this one also? Yes, this book is also out of print. By now you will need a cup of tea and more tissues.