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Clash of Weapons has released two new books: 

Buried: 6ft and Oiche Shamhna

Buried: 6ft

C.o.W best of S.G.Renee 2004 - 2010 poetry book, Buried. S.G. Renee solo years, (2012 version) illustrated by Konaa. Clash of Weapons 4th year anniversary edition. 

*Contains nudity, violence, and adult situations.

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Clash of Weapons has released two new books: 

Buried and Oiche Shamhna

Oiche Shamhna

Oíche Shamhna shona daoibh!

Clash of Weapons special Celtic end of the year mini poetry book, 
Oiche Shamhna. 

A homage to the Gaelic version of All Hollow’s Eve.
Featuring an exclusive kindle only "tuar ceatha" cover.

Slainte!

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Featured Artist: Nancy Helmer

Featured Artist: Nancy Helmer
Yawning Lion
Nancy Helmer Phototography

Weekly Writing: Samuel

Samuel

Samuel Alexander

Armas,

a fetus,

diagnosed

spina bifida.

Would not make it

at birth.

Bruner's gentle

hands came

to save

the unknown life.

Perform C-section,

slowly pull out

the womb.

Small incision.

Work miracles

and bring back

a chance for new life.

Bruner's hands fix

all that is broken.

Womb shakes,

though no one

has touched it.

Tiny hand

slips out

into a world

he will learn

to know.

Bruner's one finger,

consoles twenty-one

week old

as he clasped

his fingers

around hope.

Link to the famous photograph of the surgery taken by Michael Clancy below. Warning: the photograph is not censored. 

Samuel Armas Aug 19 1999

Featured Artist: Eric Michael Clarke
Eric Michael Clarke Photography

Indirect Self Portrait

Weekly Writing: Three Equal Parts

Three Equal Parts

Liberia can smile.

Women raise arms,

embrace new light.

Years of civil war

finally at an end.

Brave new leader,

Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf,

elected.

Push for rights

will be stronger now.

Now that Leymah Gbowe

is not fighting alone.

You spoke through

rallies and

your writings for Yemen,

Tawakul Karman.

Writings which scream

to break

a testosterone driven

society.

Screamed so loud

and the world has heard.

Nobel Prize award

a sign,

a symbol

of great new hope.

Writer Tips: Submission Formats

Believe it or not, just like your English homework, you need to format you story/novel/poetry submission. The link also has a link to how to set up each template if you have trouble.

Story (works for flash fiction, short story and possibly novelete & novella)
http://www.shunn.net/format/story.html

Novel (works for over 60,000 words; possibly novellas)
http://www.shunn.net/format/novel.html

Poerty Format (works for one page poems, if the poem is longer, copy the page header the story format uses).
http://www.shunn.net/format/poem.html

Hope this helps - it certainly helped me. I'll go more into submission format details and the underlining argument next week.

Weekly Writing: In the Hall of Bulls

In the Hall of Bulls

10-1-11

During the painting ritual

is when I first saw her:

blue eyes,

darkened skin,

wide grin.

Beautiful as the winter sun.

Deep in the cave,

away from tribal parenting,

we paint our spirits.

Although, I eager

to impress,

tried to depict

myself slaying a bison.

Bison, rough and threatening;

began to draw myself

but cannot take eyes

from her gracefulness.

How she spawns a lovely

beast from fingertips.

A rhinoceros,

strong and fierce,

yet make a sweet mother

for growing calf.

Smudge the painting,

no longer a human head

but that of a birds.

Hear her giggle,

quietly, not meaning

to disturb,

and left a kiss

on my cheek

before heading back to her family.

Many tribes come

for the festival,

so many it's hard

to find sweet girl again.

Weaving though

crowds and still

could not seek

girl with the sky

in her eyes.

Descend down

to the burial lands.

Great large stones

with prayers.

Gathered all in

its hold,

huddled close

for winter is cold.

Start to sing,

start to chant,

and pray

to spirits of Death.

The old emerge,

to the center.

There I see her,

lonely crying

until my hand

reaches out to hers.

She's watching

her father stand

ready to ascend.

Powerful chants

forces symbols

on the stones to light.

Singing to the old,

how we love them

but it's time

to go,

time to say

goodbye.

Ground shakes

beneath us,

for we wake

the spirits

with our prayers.

Rising forth

from the earth,

take  our

elders in fire

to live a new

life in the underworld

and leaving only their ashes

behind in ours.

Return next

two summers.

The girl with the sky

in her eyes,

holding my hand

and her stomach,

expecting.

Fingers dirty

from the caves

as the tribes

gather around

her and I.

Lay sweet woman

in the center

of the ground.

Leave a kiss

on her cheek.

Step back

and join in chants.

Sing as the light

forms underneath her.

Sing as the spirits

help new life

come into ours.

Spirits descend.

A new child in her hands.

A baby girl:

blue eyes,

darkened skin,

wide grin.

Beautiful as the summer sun.

Taking control of the blog again.
I'll be focusing on the following weekly posts:
-Featured artist/artwork
-Writing/poems
-Interesting facts about around the world
-Tips for writers/writings discussions
-Writing prompts


These posts will also be shown on my Facebook page for Clash of Weapons and Twitter.

Stay Tuned.
~ Sarah