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    612-822-4611

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An Awful Lot

An Awful Lot

Bless, Nicole
Zavatsky, Dianne
Bless, Nicole

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General Poetry

ISBN10: 0989721418
ISBN13: 9780989721417
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Jul 16 2013
Pages: 106
Weight: 0.45
Height: 0.28 Width: 8.50 Depth: 8.50
Language: English
William Sickwitt was a loving son, brother, uncle and friend. He took his own life three days prior to his 44th birthday. He dreamed of publishing his written works. This collection of his original poetry is the fulfillment of his final wish. Profits from the sales of this book will be donated to his favorite charities as well as suicide prevention and support organizations. An Awful Lot is beautifully illustrated and designed by Nicole Bless. Each chapter categorizes William's poems into a thoughtful collection representing his many topics. Chapter 1 is titled An Awful Lot of Tree. This illustration is a family tree as these are the poems he wrote about his dogs and his family. Chapter 2 is titled An Awful Lot of Scenery and contains his poems about nature. Chapter 3 is titled An Awful Lot of Thee and has all of the poems he wrote about other people. Chapter 4 is titled An Awful Lot of Need and lists his poetry about social issues. Chapter 5 is titled An Awful Lot of Greed and lists his political poems. Chapter 6 is titled An Awful Lot of She. These are the poems about his ex-wife. The final chapter is An Awful Lot of Me. Here's a poem he wrote about himself: -Inspiration- within my depression seated with joy anger and repression lays disturbed ham-fisted inspiration blindly stumbling towards nothing but phrases formed together molded into cheap plan praises explicit verses softly coerce steam like pressures building as stones stacked upon each other held up by tawdry weak-willed garden gnomes envisioning the burst dirty bits of flying verse exposing day dreams and fault all inching towards the long haul the long stay I get it now that's why people dream that's why they pray

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