My child face bleeds like mad sonnets: Short stories and poetry

By Sean C Stucki

ForwardBack in the summer of 2013, I was let go from my job as a telerecruiter from the Red Cross. It was where I wrote and crafted my second full-length book. This was after the brutal career of 6 months selling electronic products, the time of the crafting for "Cut My Sky Out". Cut was a culmination of both the good and evil aspects of life by injecting my virus of heart-lynching poems into a light-hearted study book on the book of Philippians.None of the short stories and most of the poems wouldn't load on the computer at the library. The same computer I used when I filled out job applications. This was supposed to be the original Cut with my shorts of torturous comedy and poems with the same target. This is dedicated to no one because I believe this may be my last hate-filled work. My last walk with Virgil through hell with his ill angels of my bitter nature. This book is what was meant to be. Meant to be written two years later, while I was still struggling with my break-up, while dealing with a pull back from a woman I was dating whom got impregnated, and finally a descent into depression after getting let go of my air conditioning salesmen job. I've been struggling to make ends meet and surviving on small loans for the last 7 months. But, as they say, pain without reason is the greatest of teachers. For those who are wondering about my walk with the Lord, it has been up and down. My college men's group split because of some woman in Tennessee that I never met and the relationship with a former pastor never worked out. I am one of the many new televangelists online and seems as though I am fulfilling my calling for the first time in 3 years. I'm currently dating a girl who has the biggest prospects for a future that I have seen in my life time and she happens to live in the biggest city in Arizona. So once I get some money I'll start the next chapter of my life. Hopefully my editor will become that neurologist he's supposed to become and we can leave this shit hole town together. And if not, as long as I don't splatter my guts on the hood of a car you'll be reading more from the next poet of the streets. Sean C. Stucki - 12/4/2015 "12:02 a.m."

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1517377013
• ISBN13: 9781517377014
• Release Date: September 2015
• Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• Length: 136 Pages
• Weight: 0.45 lbs.
• Dimensions: 7.8" x 0.3" x 5.1"