Never mind the horrible retouching that’s been done here, but when you’re taking a selfie to be used for the cover of your poetry book, try not to take it in front of a stack of your folded laundry.
He lost pears? What, some fruit thief showed up and made off with his bowl of pears? Sheesh. And he had to write down all his pear-loss angsty-ness?
Honestly, this one leaves me pretty speechless. It’s just dreadful. The image is godawful, and the font choices are almost an exercise in self-immolation. A cover deliberately designed to NOT sell, as if poor poetry needed any help in not selling at Amazon, et al. {sigh}
“As if poor poetry needed any help in NOT selling…” Even GOOD poetry is a crapshoot! Luckily, this has never made it beyond Smashwords:
“This book is a collection of my poems written during the period of 2004 t0 2008 A.D. Additionally it contains a story of Oswal with three chapters I wrote back then.”
No front upper incisors. Groucho Marx painted-on moustache, and pancake black eye shadow smeared around his raccoon eyes. And he’s, like, an artistic poet, too.
Creepy dude thinks he’s a vampire.
Never mind the horrible retouching that’s been done here, but when you’re taking a selfie to be used for the cover of your poetry book, try not to take it in front of a stack of your folded laundry.
He lost pears? What, some fruit thief showed up and made off with his bowl of pears? Sheesh. And he had to write down all his pear-loss angsty-ness?
Honestly, this one leaves me pretty speechless. It’s just dreadful. The image is godawful, and the font choices are almost an exercise in self-immolation. A cover deliberately designed to NOT sell, as if poor poetry needed any help in not selling at Amazon, et al. {sigh}
“As if poor poetry needed any help in NOT selling…” Even GOOD poetry is a crapshoot! Luckily, this has never made it beyond Smashwords:
“This book is a collection of my poems written during the period of 2004 t0 2008 A.D. Additionally it contains a story of Oswal with three chapters I wrote back then.”
I am glad he added the AD so it won’t get misfiled under ancient lit.
towels are folded dear
but years are lost forever
the washer ate them
towels are fluffy dull
but pears are all the shining
here’s johnny
Red. Oh, Red.
Thank you.
PosRe: This cover would not look out of place on a mansion wall.
If that mansion was haunted.
And the haunting was being investigated by a team of detectives.
And the eyes of this image moved to follow those detectives.
And the members of that detective team were named Daphne, Velma, Fred, Shaggy, and Scooby.
Rut-ro!
No front upper incisors. Groucho Marx painted-on moustache, and pancake black eye shadow smeared around his raccoon eyes. And he’s, like, an artistic poet, too.
Is this guy a babe magnet or what?
“…babe magnet…” attracting or repelling?
@ Naaman
LOL. Three guesses… 🙂
“We-elll, that’s ma laundry all folded… now to find me them dang lost pears…”