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Welcome to The Wormhole and my day on the tour!
It is my pleasure to feature:
Ingrid Jennings and Slopjar.
About the Author:
Originally from Shreveport, Louisiana, Ingrid Jennings is what one would call a true Lioness. As a wife and a mother, she is loyal and a protector. As a publishing guru, she is a team player and works with her clients toward their success. As a teacher, she is passionate about education, and as a business woman, she is always on the hunt for new opportunities to learn and grow. She wears many hats and handles each situation in stride and with ease.
With a B.S. in biology and chemistry from Palm Beach Atlantic Christian University, Ingrid decided to go a step further, to get a step closer to her true passion by excelling with her masters degree in reading education from Nova Southeastern University.
Ingrid spent three years working as a public school teacher in Palm Beach County, teaching integrated science to ninth graders. While teaching, Ingrid self-published her poetry into her first book titled Slopjar. Slopjar recieved rave reviews not only for its creativity, excellent writing, and self expression but also for the excellence of its publishing and marketing. Through the experience and knowledge gained while publishing and marketing her own book, Ingrid gained an appreciation for the inner workings of the publishing world and ultimately birthed her own publishing company Lioness Publishing House.
Publisher: Lioness Publishing House
Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 9,122
Cover Artist: Gaelyn Larrick
This is a book of poetry that will truly touch your soul.
Indulge in the words of a lonely lunatic full of laughter, love, lust, Lucifer, and the Lord.
Escape into a world of profound, seductive words that will melt your soul like butter.
Escape into an insane mind and learn the trials of a battered soul.
Fall into the trap of this astonishing book that will pull at the strings of your heart.
Immerse yourself in the pure pleasure of this dazzling work of art.
Open up the Slopjar.
Too many nightmares live in my mind,
too many nightmares leave me in a bind,
too many nightmares surround my soul,
they leave me in fear,
when no one is near.
Too many nightmares,
oh, why are you here?
Leave me in peace
so I may sleep.
And here I go
down to dream.
Sleep be sweet and lay me in rest.
And as I lay down to sleep,
I felt that dream that burdens my soul,
so softly it tiptoed in,
I could see its apparition whisk by my body
-in my long-lost dream.
The dream once lost came back to haunt.
For days I never knew what peace was like.
So here I slumber,
I slumber in light
because I’m scared with fright
of this mysterious ghost haunting my dreams.
Dreams of flowers,
dreams of bliss,
dreams of this thing
coming out at night.
So I slumber in light.
The light of a candle burning on my chest,
please put me to rest
and rid me of this pest.
And here I slumber,
in the light of the fire,
undisturbed by all spirits’ desires.
And the apparition of smoke so softly whisks by my bed,
the flames of the candle dance in its presence.
I have been frightened, so I burn my candle at night.
And my candle burns each night and blazes so high.
seeking a restful night,
undisturbed by any little fright.
Until I awaken in a hospital bed,
Thank God for men of fire.
They came in the night and rescued my soul,
they saved my flesh from the flames of the night.
It has already been determined how much I burned my candle because of a
haunting in a dream.
A dream so extreme,
it felt so supreme,
call it blasphemy,
because this dream made me scream.
A dream where I dreamt of cedar and oak romancing my figure
and caressing my body under a starry sky.
A sky so intensifying,
it bewildered my mind.
Under the starry sky
I didn’t feel any lack,
any lack of love,
for I knew it was all there.
And in this dream the woods
capture my soul.
The cedar and oak entangle me so.
Why do they do so,
seduce me each night?
They entangle me in their bewildering webs.
I just float through the night
in the midst of the shadows.
I dance with the branches,
I play with the leaves
until the dawn begins to rise.
And just as it rises,
it sets just as well,
and when it does my friends and I
begin to dance.
In a trance
we move about.
The glowing moon watches from above.
We twirl and we run.
We enjoy the sounds of a sleepless night.
Why do these woods entangle me so,
wrapping me in their bewildering webs?
When the fall comes they shelter my body
from cold frost bites, and as the winter tiptoes in
I run about,
there’s no doubt.
Trotting on the leaves,
scouting through the forest.
Pecan, cedar, oak, or maple,
I love my trees.
They are my friends,
they entice me
to the end.
Tour Wide Giveaway
1 $10 Amazon Gift card
6 print copies of Slopjar
7 ebook copies of Slopjar