Flights of Poetic Fancy, 02 January, 2014

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My next poetry collection, Flights of Poetic Fancy, will be out on 02 January, 2014 by CreateSpace Independent Publishing. 
Flights of Poetic Fancy is a collection of whims, capricious enchantments and impulsive imaginations that attack the mind beguiled into visions and fantasies.

It is an aggregation of quarrels, musings, battles (rather not) fought, wounds and wooings, loves and agonies and all sorts possible nonsense and forgetfulness – anything and everything ghastly grim of the wandering mind – that possesses the mind and convinces it that no maxim and order has more sense than its thinking.

Flights of Poetic Fancy has a critical sensibility and humorous look at life, issues, vice and life while challenging the invention of history and beliefs strongly held by a people rather falling into despondency.

From the award winning author of First Words, Holy Emotions and Flashes of Vice, Flights of Poetic Fancy will leave you impishly amused yet reeling with ire and indignation. 

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