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    January Embers
    January Embers
    January Embers
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    January Embers

    By Kristen Varwig

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    This collection of poetry has no theme besides the human condition. From love to death; heartache to religion; politics to mental illness, 'January Embers', the debut anthology from Colorado Springs native Kristen Varwig, takes the reader on a journey through the looking glass and back again. Though each poem is unique in both its style and its inspiration, they are also highly relatable. 'January Embers' is the result of over a decade of obsessive writing, and its evocative, powerful, almost tangible grace grips the reader from the very first line, and refuses to let go, even after the gentle denouement. Dealing with despair, anger, pain, and grief, there is a thread of hope that cannot be denied. Above all, these poems show that hope, that greatest of all things, will out There is also humor, and a deft use of tongue-in-cheek. This anthology is for the sophisticated peruser, and the casual reader. It is for the fortunate, and the dispossessed. Think T.S. Eliot meets Robert Frost, but Varwig brings a strong voice that is all her own. 'January Embers' is a anthology that shouldn't be missed. A must-have to complete any serious collection.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKristen Varwig
    Release dateJun 18, 2014
    ISBN9781310952661
    January Embers
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    Kristen Varwig

    I am a young woman living in Colorado Springs, Colorado. As a child my family traveled the country, and, as a result, I went to eighteen different schools between Colorado and Florida. I immersed myself in reading and writing as a way to make sense of the characters I met along the way. I believe in the beauty of the glorious and the derelict alike. I believe that love is everlasting, and the only thing worth dying for. I believe that heartbreak is necessary, and the more pain you feel, the more capacity for joy you have. I love the darkness and the light; the glamorous and the downtrodden, and I try to weave all of that into my writing. I am slightly pretentious, and slightly self-deprecating. More than anything, I am a poet and a writer, and if my work reaches one person, then I will be complete.

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      January Embers - Kristen Varwig

      JANUARY EMBERS

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

      ©2014 KRISTEN VARWIG

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      Ugly

      They took away my Silver,

      because it was a mistake.

      I railed at and against God,

      standing on the street corner.

      I had my hands cupped,

      but they held nothing.

      They took away my Dignity

      and I gave to them my Pride.

      I ranted at the Karmic forces,

      beating my fists on newspaper stands,

      because I felt that I was surely owed.

      It's not up to me to believe in this;

      That Judas kiss drained away my faith

      that the world was good and just,

      and I raved in my prayers

      until my prayers dried up,

      my anger seething through my silence.

      They took away my Trust

      and absconded with my Worth.

      I put away my Rosary,

      I packed up my veils,

      I curled up in the corner

      that I had painted myself in.

      I shook, I was shaken

      I was ugly in my rectifying frenzy.

      I was ugly.

      I raved, and I was raving,

      I pushed, but I was never alone.

      I cupped my hands, and they were taken,

      enfolded, and filled with love.

      They took away my Silver,

      because it was a

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