Month: October 2018

Cherry Cola has officially launched 🍒🍒

Launched on the 1st of October 2021 –

Available in:

Amazon

Waterstones

BlackSpring Press Group

Foyles

Browns Book

BookDepository

Small Press Distribution

Synopsis:

A Girl and Boy in a relationship that is both intoxicating and toxic, exhilarating but ultimately at a cost to each. Edgy and compelling, Mara Nkere tells it all through the parallel narratives of the Girl and Boy drawing on a kaleidoscope of influences that include poetic prose and contemporary spoken word. Experimental in form, this startling debut collection breaks with convention, bringing seemingly polarised forces into combat: religion versus primal desire and love versus desolation.

Here is the cover and this book has been supported by the Arts Council England National Lottery Grant.

Cherry Cola has been selected as one of the top books of poetry for Young Adults for Poetry Month October 2021.

Grab your copy today 😀😀

Shush

I’m tackling the most uncomfortable subject,

which is myself.

A girl lost in the labyrinths of her own psyche,

A girl recovering from this boy’s devastating effects,

Everywhere she runs, there’s something blocking her escape.

That sweet short lived escape

Tension keeps building in this girl’s web 

Her regulator is broken.

A girl unable to create the optimal tension set- point 

A girl unable to generate the signal for her internal dancer roller

A girl unable to lower this roller to reduce the brake pressure 

A girl unable to fix this shaft encoder as the roller refuses to move 

It’s stuck.

Pull too tight, you will distort her web 

Don’t pull tight enough, you will break her web

Shush

Just skip the small talk 

Wind me until this tension is released

Increase the speed of your motor, boy

I said skip the small talk 

I don’t want your love or your heart, boy

Just unwind my web

• I walk close to this mirror
  And observe
  A face with no eyes;
  A sallow complexion;
  A face etched with lines
  Etched with immense sadness
  A face full of crippling pain.
  Who is this girl?
  Is this what I have become?
  I don’t know who this girl is.
  I slowly move my face to bed
  And just lay down willing myself to sleep.
  Alas, it doesn’t come.
  Memories of this boy have turned into
  Vicious nightmares
  Thoughts of lost potential and broken promises pierce my being.
• With every minute,
  With every hour,
  My chest becomes heavy
  My heart palpitations increase
  This sound is tormenting me
  The stressed low notes are too exaggerated against the silence
  These elongated chords
  This beat is too pronounced
  I can not sleep
  I feel uneasy
  I feel fearful
  I’m not even sure what part of me is dying
  
• I just want to sleep.