Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours. An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.

A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son. Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution. This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul. In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.

Through a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, love came to me wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words into my heart. I wanted to remember them and to share them with you so I wrote them all down with the uttermost care as my uttermost offering, by love and for love with all of my heart. Those words were these poems which are this book of a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, written down with the uttermost care, to remember and to share. And even and especially when it might not seem so, all these words in all their thousand ways share as their source and destination love, wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words, these words, into your heart through mine. I made this book for you and it is yours now. It had to be called LOVE because it is. Take it. Love, +Steven

The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest. As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family. The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions. Respect and solidarity, +Steven Curtis Lance

Through a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, love came to me wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words into my heart. I wanted to remember them and to share them with you so I wrote them all down with the uttermost care as my uttermost offering, by love and for love with all of my heart. Those words were these poems which are this book of a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, written down with the uttermost care, to remember and to share. And even and especially when it might not seem so, all these words in all their thousand ways share as their source and destination love, wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words, these words, into your heart through mine. I made this book for you and it is yours now. It had to be called LOVE because it is. Take it. Love, +Steven

The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest. As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family. The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions. Respect and solidarity, +Steven Curtis Lance

+Steven Curtis Lance has created this book as an offering of love to his muse, Silke, or, as he calls her, "Silke Shining in the Sky." Within the graceful covers of this beautifully presented Expanded Edition of his magnum opus, the respected BrainMeta.com Poet in Residence offers most of his well-known and highly-acclaimed Transcendental Sonnets, as well as many other poems in many other forms, comprising the work of the past two years, as a labor of love for the one he loves. Here we witness the triumphal advent of +Steven Curtis Lance; after a lifetime of writing poetry and composing classical music, after twenty-five years as a distinguished member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers as both author and composer, after publishing one hundred and thirty choral motets (among many other things), after suffering much, living much, learning much, and loving much, +Steven Curtis Lance now announces himself to the world, with his hand to the plough and no turning back, as a POET.

A little blue book of Magic Is what you need and if you heed You too can escape the tragic Morasses of meaninglessness Come to my home and visit me You are most welcome you will see There is nothing to fear unless You dislike eccentricity A gentle madness to be sure Here in the realm of fantasy Yet one for which there is no cure For no one has ever gone back Once they have broken free to be And why should they? Nothing we lack Nothing we lose we only choose For our choices are limitless No rushing no unseemly haste We never hurry never stress No moment ever goes to waste Please come at least to have some tea I think you will like what you see Please come at least and have a taste Admission costs just $13.41 And thus a great adventure is begun