Today is the day for all things romantic. For me, that means a break from the usual writing day to indulge in lots of chocolates…see the photo above for proof! But when love is in the air, I’m all about sharing. So here’s a trip down memory lane with a couple of romantic poems from Joseph Robert and I. First to share is my poet hubby, Joseph Robert’s poem, Mate, published in Black Mirror Magazine in Febrary 2014. This one is a deviously delicious treat with a centre sweeter than a passion fruit truffle; yum! Next up is my poem, This is the soppiest I can get, which appeared in The Sound of Poetry Review in March 2013. It’s tangy with a hint of lemon zing and mellowed in creamy white chocolate. Mmm…
Happy Valentine’s day!
Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert 💖
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About Leilanie Stewart
Leilanie Stewart is an author and poet from Belfast, Northern Ireland. She has written four novels, including award-winning ghost horror, The Blue Man, as well as three poetry collections. Her writing confronts the nature of self; her novels feature main characters on a dark psychological journey who have a crisis of identity and create a new sense of being. She began writing for publication while working as an English teacher in Japan, a career pathway that has influenced themes in her writing. Her former career as an Archaeologist has also inspired her writing and she has incorporated elements of archaeology and mythology into both her fiction and poetry.
In addition to promoting her own work, Leilanie runs Bindweed Magazine, a creative writing literary journal with her writer husband, Joseph Robert. Aside from publishing pursuits, Leilanie enjoys spending time with her husband and their lively literary lad, a voracious reader of sea monster books.
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Today is the day for all things romantic. For me, that means a break from the usual writing day to indulge in lots of chocolates…see the photo above for proof! But when love is in the air, I’m all about sharing. So here’s a trip down memory lane with a couple of romantic poems from Joseph Robert and I. First to share is my poet hubby, Joseph Robert’s poem, Mate, published in Black Mirror Magazine in Febrary 2014. This one is a deviously delicious treat with a centre sweeter than a passion fruit truffle; yum! Next up is my poem, This is the soppiest I can get, which appeared in The Sound of Poetry Review in March 2013. It’s tangy with a hint of lemon zing and mellowed in creamy white chocolate. Mmm…
Leilanie Stewart 
*Leilanie,* *Apologies for not responding in so long . . . life has its cyclones . . . read both your poems and your husbands . . . so much to say about each; both of you have such refined voices distinctly. And I’m with you on Psyche!* *So here’s my soppiest . . . a day late:*
*https://wordsofawanderingdakini.wordpress.com/2014/09/18/if-i-were-fire-2/ * *peace from across the heartwaters,* *mm*
mickey morgan Cincinnati, OH 45206
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me again . . . MG got ya by the throat? I get it . . . doin’ my own MS and Cervical Dystonia and . . . . blah blah blah. Every morning I do 12 alternate-nostril breathings, and do about 6 before I go to bed. It greatly increases the blood flow to the brain, and gets chi flowing blissfully. See B.K.S. Iyengar’s *Light on Pranayama* (the science of breathing). I BuILD my immune system with a teaspoon of Vit. C powder and 2 tsps of organic lemon juice with warm water first thing in the morning . . . kills microbes, cuts mucous, etc. I make my own capsules of tumeric, a better anti-inflammatory than Advil without the toxins (brain inflammation addressed). Other stuff too that I’ve been forced to create as I withdraw from Western medicine’s 20 years of synthetic chemicals and failed hip implements (4 hip surgeries, 2007-2011). I’ve been damaged to the point of being chronically ill. So, a good lesson. Gotta put myself in good hands: my own peace, prayers for healing, Tashi DeleK! (Losar, Tibetan New Year 2142 on Feb. 19 mm
mickey morgan Cincinnati, OH 45206
http://WordsofaWanderingDakini.wordpress.com http://OleagaPhotoGallery.wordpress.com http://KarmaLifeReadings.wordpress.com http://TheKarmaPress.com http://HarknessBallet.wordpress.com
Liked your poem about fire, Mickey, especially the imagery of the skeleton out in the charred field and the poet wrapped in the ribcage ‘cleaned’ of life, snug against the spine 🙂 Thanks for sharing