"All of us have such high hopes of meeting the man of our dreams. We have tried the traditional meeting places: bars, grocery stores, church, singles mixers, the library, hardware stores, Chippendales, etc. While we have had successes, the failures are too numerous to mention. Before losing hope, we are ready to try the latest craze Internet dating." Three sisters went online and tried their luck. You may laugh, you may cringe, but you won't be able to look away as you meet a few of their "perfect matches" through the men's emails and the sisters' responses.

The author's creative efforts have once again produced more heartfelt words of inspiration. These pages of poetry, consisting of 44 poems, are truly shared in hopes that your heart and soul will be touched. Each poem simply tells a story. Some are based on personal experiences, while others on her imagination. She still speaks of family/friends, love/romance, poignant/spiritual, and reflections/relationships. She only hopes that you will be touched to a degree that you can hold your head up and know that you are somebody no matter what you've gone through in life. It doesn't make you any less than anyone else, only stronger. So look to the hills from whence cometh your help, because when God's got your back, you can overcome anything!

The former Poet Laureate of the United States, Nemerov gives us a lucid and precise twist on the commonplaces of everyday life. The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov won both the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize in 1978. "Howard Nemerov is a witty, urbane, thoughtful poet, grounded in the classics, a master of the craft. It is refreshing to read his work. . . . "—Minneapolis Tribune "The world causes in Nemerov a mingled revulsion and love, and a hopeless hope is the most attractive quality in his poems, which slowly turn obverse to reverse, seeing the permanence of change, the vices of virtue, the evanescence of solidities and the errors of truth."—Helen Vendler, New York Times Book Review

The Common Man, Maurice Manning’s fourth collection, is a series of ballad-like narratives, set down in loose, unrhymed iambic tetrameter, that honors the strange beauty of the Kentucky mountain country he knew as a child, as well as the idiosyncratic adventures and personalities of the oldtimers who were his neighbors, friends, and family. Playing off the book’s title, Manning demonstrates that no one is common or simple. Instead, he creates a detailed, complex, and poignant portrait—by turns serious and hilarious, philosophical and speculative, but ultimately tragic—of a fast-disappearing aspect of American culture. The Common Man’s accessibility and its enthusiastic and sincere charms make it the perfect antidote to the glib ironies that characterize much contemporary American verse. It will also help to strengthen Manning’s reputation as one of his generation’s most important and original voices.

Included in the anthology are previously published poems contained within SECTOR#7 and of Ares and Men, also Sketches and Reflections of 2012. This covers in full the poetic output of the author since 2009. The overall design is a deliberate step away from the abstract modern poetry preoccupied with syllabic dissection and abstract notions to the intentional exclusion of tangible subjects. Modern poetry isn't supposed to make sense, we're told, and it is more a play with words and sounds. The free-flowing style here, whilst of variable meter, does no more than serve the purpose. Substance rule over style first and last. It is how it used be before modernists turned it on the head. In this book, preoccupation is with here and now; real people in all kinds of predicament and lifelike situations. It will be instantly recognized. It comes down on sham democracy, war mongers, banksters, and other vermin. Spared is none, least of all the author himself. His sporting inadequacies exposed for one should tickle the funny bone. Above all, the book is an antiwar crusade. On second level, it is on side of those creating the wealth, not those cashing in on the fat spoils. It is poetry of the common man in the street. Enough for young and old and young at heart

Poetry without pretense - stories about real life to be enjoyed by all!