The Sister from Below

is delighted to announce

Your Face in the Fire

is an Amazon Bestseller!

Cover art by Kathleen Russ

This happened because so many of you joined the book launch and

ordered a copy on June 1. A beautiful community effort.

Thank you, thank you!

If you haven’t ordered your copy yet it’s still available on Amazon.

Here’s another poem from the book:

Only the Blind

You have always belonged to the moon
Though sometimes it leads you astray

Past willows across the swinging bridge
To somebody’s grave by the river

Stuck in the cave of your skull
You grope for the disappeared moon

Down where it’s blue so blue
Only Blind Willie Johnson

Can sing your way home
Only Isaac the Blind can see

The banshee has got your bones
She’s beating her drum with your bones

And you’re stuck in the cave of your skull
No willows no swinging bridge

Who will plant you deep in the earth?
Who will water your toes?

When the banshee has got your bones
When she’s beating her drum with your bones

You have always belonged to the moon

Only Isaac the Blind can show you
That glow beyond the bridge

Only Blind Willie Johnson
Can sing your way home

Moon Goddess
Jemma M. Young

The Sister from Below

is delighted to announce the publication of

Your Face in the Fire

Launch Date: June 1, 2024

Help this book become a best seller!! 
Order your copy from Amazon on June 1 

Here is the first poem in the book: (Images added)

Sun Goddess, Jonny Ujiokubas

Fire is Your Name and Your Maker

Fire is your god’s
eye gleam     the tiger that prowls your dreams 

Fire is your sun     and your rising

Tiger, Franz Marc

You had to tamp your fire
down hard     back in the day of pointy bras
and girdles     when a spark in the back of a Chevy

could knock you up     Remember
when a fiery tongue could get you
                                                    burnt alive?

Fire in the hearth     now that’s
a woman’s business     embers
from Mother’s fire     offerings 

Peasant Woman by the Fire, 
Vincent van Gogh, Thomas Nugent

from the tree     kitchen fire
bedroom fire     birth fire fire
from the core of the earth     When cauldron boils

there is no fire that can’t escape     no fire
that will not leap and sass     change shape
be burning snake in summer grasses

The Tiger Lucky Eight, Thomas Nugent

hot breasted home wrecker
funeral pyre         I ask you
how do you keep from burning

Open Fire in Hearth, 
Black Horse Inn, West Sussex

your love to ashes?
l tell you how
Take a twig from the tree     Whittle a sharp tip

Mix Mother’s fire with yours     Burn
Make ash marks
on white paper     Write yourself down

your leap and your sass     your hot breasted
double edged axe     the tiger that prowls your dreams
                                                            your sun and your rising

(Poem first published in Ginosko )

Sehkmet Goddess of the Sun  
Robbie Bailey