A New Young Poet


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ImageI think it is important to encourage the poetic voices of artists of all ages from wherever they reside in the world. So today, I am featuring a young writer named Priyeta from with a link to her poem, Minds.  Priyeta, who hails from Bangladesh, shared some wonderful thoughts with me yesterday, and in turn, I’m sharing them with you. Thank you again, Priyeta.


Priyeta Saha is a name that many people can’t pronounce properly, a name that belongs to a 16 years old teenager who lives in a small but beautiful country, Bangladesh. I have the best family, the best friends and the best grades. But something that completes my life are my thoughts about my surroundings which I try to put into words in the best way possible for me!

The very first poem of my life was “Marvel” that I wrote when I was in Class 6. It kind of intrigued me into writing more poems which I did later on.  However, I chose “Minds” to feature here because it deals with a very interesting and diverse topic. The people who will read this poem will be able to categorise it in their own minds.

When I started writing, I don’t think I was inspired by anyone. It actually just happened. It came from the core of my heart and it still does. Though Rabindranath Tagore and Charles Dickens are respectively my favourite poet and writer. Their writing amuses me every time I go through it. Of course, I generally like to read anything that engages my mind totally.

I would like to publish my book of poetry if I get the chance.  If I have to describe myself as a writer in one word, I would prefer the word “adventurous.”  I don’t think I am that much experienced to give advice to other people. Still, I would like to say that poetry or any other piece of writing is a forum to exhibit your creativity. Try to make the best use of it and learn from the criticism of your readers. This will expand your horizons to their limits.


Thank you, Priyeta.  

Please enjoy Minds at Priyeta’s author page on Wattpad.

Thank you for reading and supporting our young writers of the world. Reblog if you’d like to share her story too.

More featured authors to come.

— Allison

**Abstract Painting by Varinder Pal Singh 

The Silkworm by Robert Galbraith (J.K. Rowling)


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Robert Galbraith’s new novel, The Silkworm, is available for pre-sale on Amazon. As much as I feel for J.K. Rowling and her disappointment due to the exposure of her pen name, I’m happy I discovered her new work because of it. Under her Galbraith pseudonym, Rowling writes about Detective Comoran Strike and his assistant Robin Ellacott.  On this adventure, he’s out to find the killer of a writer, Owen Quine.  I look forward to reading the second book in her series. The first was a gem.  I like that she’s continuing to write under the Galbraith name for this series.  As mentioned in my earlier article, you know what you’re getting.




I like this author. Like her, I did not fall in love with YA until I was in college. I was such a little literary snob when I was a kid. I’m so happy to have opened my eyes. Coming-of-age stories allow us to be reborn and recharge, and I love it!


2014 is the year for amazing releases. One I’m particularly looking forward to is Kate Brauning’s HOW WE FALL. Mystery and intrigue all tied together with a forbidden romance, COUNT ME IN. In anticipation of this release, I’m thrilled to share the cover reveal for what looks like a stunning debut.

So without further ado, here is the cover of HOW WE FALL…


He kissed her on a dare. She told him to do it again.

Ever since Jackie moved to her uncle’s sleepy farming town, she’s been flirting—a bit too much—with her cousin, Marcus. She pushes away the inevitable consequences of their friendship until her best friend, Ellie, disappears, and the police suspect foul play. Just when she needs him most, Marcus falls for the new girl in town—forcing Jackie to give a name to the secret summer hours she’s spent with him. As she watches the mystery around…

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What do J.K. Rowling, Stephen King, and Joyce Carol Oates Have in Common?


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They’ve all used pen names.  But this subterfuge doesn’t end with Rowling, King or Oates.  According to Belinda Pollard, self-publishing and writing advice blogger at smallbluedog.com, “Romance author Nora Roberts writes erotic thrillers as JD Robb. Horror and fantasy novelist Kim Wilkins uses the name Kimberley Freeman for women’s fiction. Some authors also separate their novels from their non-fiction by changing names.” Belinda, also a writer and professional editor, thinks all this may be too much work. Keeping separate accounts and enlisting followers in more than one place does seem tiresome, but the idea appeals to me.

Doris Lessing, Julian Barnes, and Joyce Carol Oates are among many acclaimed writers who have quietly pursued their art under a fake name,” Anna Maxted (Telegraph, UK) explains in an article about J.K. Rowling’s recent use of the pseudonym, Robert Galbraith.   Rowling, who according to her website found the experience liberating, was not happy with the leak.  “To say that I am disappointed is an understatement. I had assumed that I could expect total confidentiality from Russells, a reputable professional firm, and I feel very angry that my trust turned out to be misplaced,” she told the Associated Press.  Rowling, like Stephen King who wrote seven novels under the name Richard Bachman, are celebrity authors.  It can be gathered that their motivation to remain anonymous is to see how they fair removed from the lens of fame.  Money is theirs upon recognition but so is expectation.  But in these times, even the every-other-day blogger and ebook writer with any amount of fan base lives with the latter.  It is not necessary to write under more than one name, but if you’d like to write in different genres, I say why not?  No matter how small a following you have, your readers expect a certain type of writing when they see a certain name. 

I have therefore decided to try something out. I like writing in several genres. I’ve been told to pick one and stick to it. What for? I’m a writer. I have stories falling out of my head, dripping out  of my ears, and singing me to sleep at night.  I tend to lean in a handful of directions rather than a bucket full, but one type. It’s not going to happen. Not with me anyway.  So instead of trying to crush my writer’s sprit, I am going to do what many others have in the past, except for one thing. I’ll let you all know it.  Most people won’t care. They’ll only want to read and be done with it.  Some people are keen on facts and who’s who. That’s fine by me too.

So with all that said, I welcome  –

Allison Chaney – Poetry, Literary Fiction, Screenwriting, Blogging

Allison Whitmore – YA Romance, Historical Romance, Chick Lit

A.V. Arden – YA Fantasy  (usually but not always includes my two writing partners Virginia and Grace)

Done.   Confusing?  Self-imposed Dissociative Identity Disorder?  That’s fine. I’m a writer. I’m supposed to be a little nuts anyway.  For now, this is an experiment.  I can’t wait to try it out.  Cheers.


Poehemian Press


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Less than a year ago, I thought poesy was the only literary enemy in my life. “I write. I love literature, but poetry’s just not my thing.”  I secretly read poetry everyday through middle school and early high school.  If you take a gander at any scribbling I wrote in college, it is one long choppy poem waiting for a master to reign it in.  I did not like this unnatural feeling, this feeling that as a writer, I was not a poet.  Then in class, one day my professor stated that all great writers wrote poetry.  The scathing scratch of a jail cell door closing on my entire world crept into my ear.  I silenced it and devoured poetry. I revisited the poets I’d met as a child and read under the covers with my flashlight as a young teen.  I listened to the world. I wrote and erased, opened and danced all night and day with every word that came to me. I completed a graduate poetry class.

One night, rich in the belly with a casserole of verbiage and a symphony of my own mind, I found Poehemian Press.  The Artistic Muse, the name of their online poetic journal, spoke to me.  The artistic muse was what had slapped me awake from the fears that I was not a poet though I had been one all along.  So I submitted several my favorite poems. One was accepted.  Then this bud of a poet opened. Now, I have a chapbook published, thanks the Eva and her press, and several poems and a short story published in various places.  Stay tuned for a novel among other things. But I could not thank Eva and the Poehemian Press enough for helping me on my journey.  The lesson here is to listen to the muse, and if you are new poet who loves words – perhaps a little on the dark, romantic, Poe-esque and introspective side – submit to the Poehemian Press. Best of luck.



The Scream

The Scream


Don’t swallow me into your blue-black eyes

With your carnival sneer

Let the blood orange fruit of my skin

Chafe you away


Don’t look at me

Don’t come down the dock

Don’t climb the sand and look

Just let

My blue-black penciled waves

Eat you

Before you devour me

You ravenous frightening creatures

With skin and hair