Tag: Writing

I Find Peace In My Garden

Summer is very short in Manitoba and one of my favorite things to do is sit out on the deck play my guitar and watch the sunset. This little story book of tunes is the end result of hours noodling on the deck on hot summer nights, playing guitar for no particular reason other than the sheer joy of it.

The winter are hellishly long like 6 months long, to pass the time I’m recording in my spare time. As I do I will upload them for you to enjoy.

Thanks for listening.

International Woman’s Week

March 2nd to the 9th is International Women’s Week, and I’m excited to be part of SARAVATI PRODUCTIONS, CABARET OF MONOLOGUES..  I will be performing my poem, “I Am Not A Victim!” along side 8 fantastic female playwrites, storytellers, performers and singer songwriters. Click on the link below for showtimes, dates and locations.

http://sarasvati.ca/cabaret-of-monologues-2/

See ya there!

I_Am_Not_A_Victim(1)_HD.mp4 from Kitty Kittie on Vimeo.

I’ll Keep Trying.

September 5th 2018

The general public is in the dark as to what  we in the creative community go through trying to make a living within the creative arts. I’m trying to change that by documenting my journey.

No matter how many rejections letters I get I’ll keep trying.

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WHAT IS IT LIKE?
Dear Shereen Ramprashad,

Thank you poet. We’re honored that you chose to share your work with us, but unfortunately, your poetry is not for us at this time.

We sincerely appreciate your effort and care with this submission, and we hope you continue to lift up our poetry community with your voice.

Best of luck with this & all your future work.

Be Gentle with me

This one is very gentle and encouraging, I like this one.

August 8 2018

Dear Shereen Ramprashad,

Thank you for sending us your poetry—we sincerely appreciate the chance to read your words. Unfortunately, the poems are not for us at this time.

Please know: our editors enjoyed your work and talent & we’re confident these poems will find a home soon.

Thanks again. Best of luck with this & all your future work.

FEATHERS

Adorned

feathers of a peacock.

Blue, orange and gold.

Shuffling, preening, sunlight glints, shattering upon my beauty.

Adore me for I know I am beautiful.

Insolent, arrogant and invincible.

In the shadows between my feathers I am haunted.

Hunted by the darkness, it cracks my paint, peals my skin.

Burns my eyes.

My crown tarnishes at its touch, my soul freezes from its breath.

Where ever I run it follows me.

Running through the forest I catch my foot on my pride, the ground rears up to meet my grace.

I feel its weight between my shoulders pressing out my breath, tearing at my feathers. Scattering my paint, my skin and my grace.

It takes my eyes and turns them to the inside.

Hear my screams echo through eternity.

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