Bianca Bowers

Award-Winning Author

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  • Home
  • About Bianca
    • Bianca’s Writing Journey
    • Artist CV
    • A more personal story
  • Books
    • Till Marriage Do Us Part
    • Thief: Poetry & Prose
    • Cape of Storms
    • Butterfly Voyage
    • Pressed Flowers
    • Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage
    • Passage
    • Death and Life
  • Blog
  • Contact Bianca
    • Subscribe
  • Home
  • About Bianca
    • Bianca’s Writing Journey
    • Artist CV
    • A more personal story
  • Books
    • Till Marriage Do Us Part
    • Thief: Poetry & Prose
    • Cape of Storms
    • Butterfly Voyage
    • Pressed Flowers
    • Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage
    • Passage
    • Death and Life
  • Blog
  • Contact Bianca
    • Subscribe
  • Art + Poetry

    Endless Walk

    December 5, 2018 / 2 Comments

    Her thoughts travelled down her heels,  converged with the wire, Offered sibilations, beyond translation. Her intentions remained as enigmatic as her destination but still I followed… #poetry #art

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    Art + Poetry,  Poetry

    I had a dream that women rose from the sea

    March 21, 2017 / No Comments

      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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    Mathematics (a poem)

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    The deliberate typo in PASSAGE unveiled. Is it worth taking a creative risk in web 2.0 era?

    November 18, 2018
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