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Thief – New Poetry Release
Dear Readers, My sixth poetry book is now live and available to buy globally from any online bookstore. Universal link: https://books2read.com/thief-poetry Editorial Review links are below: https://eatthestorms.com/2023/07/14/thief-by-bianca-bowers-guest-poetry-review-from-richard-gibney/ https://readersfavorite.com/book-review/thief/1 https://www.selfpublishingreview.com/2023/07/thief-poetry-and-prose-by-bianca-bowers/ Thanks for supporting my work, Bianca xo
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Mathematics (a poem)
Mathematics a poem by Bianca Bowers It is August sixteenth, and I am fuller than I wish to be Winter has crept inside me with all the stealth of a spy I let my forty fifth birthday pass, three days ago, without so much as a wink Like a crowd of strangers, I spurned its presence, kept my eyes on the floor The full moon coincided with it all I shed blood, reflecting moreover on that inconvenient hourglass that will soon dry up along with any superficial beauty I might have possessed once upon a summer ago But as I write this pathetic account of a woman…
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Butterfly Voyage
I'm proud to announce the publication of my fifth book, Butterfly Voyage.
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3 New Poems in Issue #25 Shot Glass Journal
Hello friends, I haven’t submitted a poem since 2015, so I’m pleased to announce that Shot Glass Journal have published 3 of my poems in their latest issue #25. You can read them via the link. Shot Glass Journal – Issue 25 – Bianca Bowers Cheers, Bianca xo
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Good morning, In accordance with the new General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) I have made the necessary compliance changes and included a separate PRIVACY POLICY page on this site. You can visit and read that HERE:- BIANCA BOWERS PRIVACY POLICY Thank you, Bianca xo
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Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage
Dear Readers, A revised version of my poetry book, Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage, is now available as an Ebook on all platforms. If anyone is interested in reviewing this book, please contact me for a free review copy at: contact [at] biancabowers [dot] [com] Thanks for supporting my work, and please enjoy the samples below… CLICK HERE TO BUY FROM AMAZON DISTANCE The distance grows impossibly I cannot communicate in monosyllables anymore I would not love the ocean if she were shallow and I cannot love you like this so I will stop like a hurricane before its death shut this silliness like…
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My poem to be featured in a short film
a poet writes, never knowing if the seeds of her words will blossom into flowers In 2013, I wrote a poem called, Tree of Life, inspired by the Gustav Klimt painting of the same name. In 2014, the poem was published in my first poetry collection, Death and Life. And then the first bud appeared in Spring In 2016, I was approached by a NY Filmmaker who sought permission to use my poem, Tree of Life, in the trailer for a short film called The Avant Gardener. I said yes, of course! I have recently seen the trailer and it is jaw-droopingly beautiful, I gotta tell you. Anyways, the trailer…
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I had a dream that women rose from the sea
Art: Christian Schloe Poem: Bianca Bowers … … … I had a dream That women rose from the sea like Winged Neptunes And the men on the beach cast their eyes to the watercolour sky to behold the floating giants --••-- And for the first time in centuries Men saw women as something other than just shells; Buried beneath sand, Delicate enough to be crushed, Pretty little ornaments to place in mason jars, A whimsical possession to press against their ears. --••-- And for the first time since Sappho Women saw themselves as something other than beautiful creatures To objectify and dismiss ........ They were tulips of the sea …
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Belonging
I have wrestled with the concept of belonging for many years. Since leaving my South African home at age 23, I have been singled out as not belonging. In NZ, in the UK, and now Australia. And I guess it bothered me enough to write about it endlessly and withdraw into myself on enough occasions. Then, a few years ago, I met up with a journalist who was writing about her own explorations into belonging. We drank our herbal teas and shared experiences instead of chocolate cake, and it was enjoyable enough to say we’d stay in touch. But somewhere between saying goodbye and driving home, I had an unexpected…
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Whale Procession
WHALE PROCESSION I drowned in squid ink landed on the ocean floor Clouds of sand engulfed me like the jaws of a great white An army of jellyfish passed overhead- a beautiful funeral procession ~~••~~ Once death settled my essence hovered-a reluctant apparition I felt the starfish twitch beneath me Spied sea dragons rocking to and fro in the current ~~••~~ A school of parrot fish swam past and a sea urchin opened its door ~~••~~ Then, Silence as long as a pier. ~~••~~ That hovering essence transmuted Effervescent A tiny whirlpool above my chest primed for the ocean to siphon ~~••~~ And then, the sound of whales calling…
