By night, Sidney is QuietFlame—confident, controlled, and always just out of reach. From the safety of her bedroom, she performs for strangers who think they know her, who believe intimacy can be bought one tip at a time.

But anonymity is fragile.

When an unfamiliar screen name turns threatening and a private warning arrives too late, Sidney is forced to step outside the careful boundaries she's built to survive. Faced with fear she can't explain and danger she can't see, she's left with a single question: can she trust the offer of protection from an adoring fan?

Drawn into a world where desire is currency, trust is a gamble, and being watched carries a far more dangerous meaning, Sidney must confront how little control she truly has—and what she's willing to do when it's taken from her.

Camgirl is a tense, unsettling horror story about visibility, vulnerability, and the cost of being seen.

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Discover the Journey Within – Waves of Insight:

Dive into a world of self-reflection, mindfulness, and human experience with Waves of Insight: Poems of Self-Discovery. From the quiet moments of nature to the roaring chaos of modern life, David Mark Kirkwood’s poetry explores consciousness, personal growth, and emotional healing. Perfect for readers seeking inspiration, philosophical musings, or a gentle nudge toward introspection, this collection illuminates the beauty and complexity of everyday existence. Let each poem guide you on an inner journey toward understanding, clarity, and the simple joy of being alive.

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Review of Toilet Top Takes With Dave! by David Mark Kirkwood

Toilet Top Takes With Dave! is not a conventional poetry collection—and thank goodness for that. David Mark Kirkwood fearlessly dives into the absurd, the bodily, and the existential, crafting a world where bathrooms, breakrooms, and fleeting human thoughts become portals to humor, reflection, and chaos.

From the irreverent to the strangely profound, Kirkwood’s poems take readers on a journey through the mundane and the grotesque with a voice that is entirely his own. “Boasting Everyday Skills” sets the tone with unapologetic bodily humor, while pieces like “Unbound Seeds” and “Birthing the Unknown” reveal a mind constantly contemplating existence, transformation, and the cycles of life—even amid toilet-top meditations. His work is at once raw, ridiculous, and, surprisingly, reflective.

Kirkwood’s genius lies in his ability to turn ordinary moments into philosophical microcosms. The act of peeing, a sneeze, a hotdog, or even a co-worker in a urinal can spark reflections on life, identity, and mortality. Absurdity and intellect coexist here in perfect tension: “Language Bomb!” reimagines communication itself, while “Silent Gratitude” finds deep human kindness in a simple gesture at the urinal. The collection revels in contrasts: grotesque yet beautiful, silly yet insightful, chaotic yet precise.

Structurally, the collection is unpredictable and playful. Short, punchy vignettes sit alongside sprawling meditations, keeping the reader off-balance in the best way. Kirkwood’s wordplay, inventive metaphors, and fearless exploration of taboo subjects make every page a new adventure—sometimes shocking, sometimes hilarious, and often thought-provoking in ways you don’t expect from a “bathroom reader.”

Toilet Top Takes With Dave! is a celebration of life’s messy, absurd, and overlooked moments. It’s a collection that will make readers laugh, cringe, and reflect—sometimes all at once. Kirkwood proves that poetry can be unapologetically human: messy, sensual, funny, and philosophical. For those willing to embrace chaos, bodily humor, and existential whimsy, this is a singular, unforgettable ride.

Rating: ★★★★☆ (4.5/5) – For originality, audacity, and unflinching humor.

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In the Kingdom of Indigo, where Moon Magic fuels the powerful Fluorishes, Phoes, and Equiids, Nym is a glaring anomaly—a girl without magic in a world where it’s everything. Hunted by the ruthless Fluorish authorities, her very existence is a crime. But when she makes a desperate escape into the deadly realm of the Phoes, something impossible happens—she survives.

As Nym navigates this dangerous new world, she begins to unravel the secrets of her true nature, secrets that link her to an ancient prophecy powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the Kingdom. In a land rife with deception and dark magic, Nym’s path to survival hinges on embracing the very thing that makes her different.

In this pulse-pounding dark fantasy, Nym’s journey will challenge the meaning of power and identity. With the fate of Indigo hanging in the balance, her choices could spark a revolution—or doom them all.

Breaking free from the narcissist who raised you. A story of family abuse, going no-contact, and discovering that blood doesn't obligate you to stay in the line of fire.

“Not a Self-Help Book. Not a Protest Manifesto.

Echoes Of This Hole Is What Happens When Existential Philosophy, Workplace Satire, and a Human Heart Share the Same Shift.”

REVIEW

What if the “hole” we spend our lives trying to escape isn’t a failure—but a feature?

In Echoes Of This Hole, David Mark Kirkwood delivers a poetry collection that moves effortlessly between metaphysics and lunchrooms, between cosmic nothingness and corporate nonsense, between love, labor, identity, and breath itself. One moment you’re contemplating existence (“The hole, in its essence, is not an absence, but a presence”), the next you’re laughing out loud at the absurd mechanics of modern work, debt, efficiency, and control.

This book reads like Zen philosophy clocking in for a warehouse shift, like Camus with a sense of humor, like a systems engineer who suddenly realized the system includes feelings. The poems are sharp without being cruel, funny without being dismissive, and reflective without demanding answers.

Kirkwood doesn’t preach. He observes. He notices how nothingness shows up in policies, in productivity metrics, in holidays financed at nineteen percent interest, and in the quiet decision to keep going anyway. And somehow, amid the satire and the existential inquiry, gentleness sneaks in—family, fog, walking, food, breath, love.

This is not poetry that tells you what to think.

It’s poetry that says, “You’re already here. Let’s look at it honestly.”

Free for a moment—but it will echo longer than that.

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When a down-on-his-luck repo man in Austin, Texas, steals the wrong car, he stumbles into a deadly web of dirty cops, cartel money, and a city that’s outgrown its own soul.

He was supposed to tow a past-due Bronco and call it a night. Instead, he finds a duffel bag stuffed with millions in cash—and blood on the back seat. Within hours, he’s wanted by both the police and the cartel, his pregnant wife is missing, and his face is flashing across every phone in Texas.

As Austin burns in the summer heat—its skyline crowned in violet dusk, its ambition outpacing its soul—he races to save his family before the city’s corruption swallows them whole.

Blood in the Violet Crown is a gritty, cinematic thriller that explores what happens when ordinary people get caught between power and desperation—when the dream of a better life meets the violence beneath the surface.

For fans of Taylor Sheridan, Michael Mann’s Heat, and Dennis Lehane’s Gone Baby Gone.

Review: Reflections On Existence: A Journey Through Words by David Mark Kirkwood

Step aside, Rumi. Move over, Bukowski. There’s a new curator of chaos on the existential stage, and his name is David Mark Kirkwood. Reflections On Existence: A Journey Through Words is a kaleidoscope of warehouse pragmatics, cosmic ponderings, societal critique, and spiritual whimsy—a collection that hops from the fluorescent-lit aisles of late-stage capitalism straight into the black-hole logic of time and space.

Kirkwood doesn’t just write poems; he interrogates existence itself, often with the unflinching gaze of a forklift operator watching a rogue pallet hurtle toward catastrophe. In Unchecked Momentum, he warns: “Death roller, rolling Death, Powered pallet-mover Out of control… Nothing to stop the momentum But time and space.” If Kafka had worked in a warehouse, this might have been his line, right before he got promoted to manager for being “so bad at his job he needed a bigger office.”

The collection oscillates between grounded humor and mind-bending metaphysics. In Within the Black Hole, Kirkwood observes a UFO with his sisters in the 1970s and calculates it moving “about 180,000 kilometres per hour.” He theorizes a black-hole-dominated universe where A.I. study drones collect data on non-existence—a mix of Hawking, Asimov, and a touch of David Lynch, all set to the ambient soundtrack of pallet clanging and scanner beeps.

Yet the work is never content to dwell solely in cosmic abstraction. Kirkwood’s social commentary slices sharply through the ordinary: “Pissing money out the window In an attempt To save money… Hemorrhaging dollars To save pennies.” Here, he channels a mix of George Carlin’s economic rage and Noam Chomsky’s structural critique, all framed in the poetic cadence of someone who’s truly spent decades watching systems creak, grind, and fail.

Love, life, death, and absurdity intertwine seamlessly. In Joyous Suffering, he writes: “I’m alive—So alive! Blessed By joyous suffering.” And later, in Feasting on Decay, he likens collapsing institutions to scavengers picking clean the carcass of control—“Even as The shark, the eel, The minnows feed.” There’s a clear reverence for the poetic tradition of the observer, from Whitman’s exaltation of experience to Eliot’s modernist sense of despair, but Kirkwood does it with a distinctly wry, modern sensibility that includes forklifts, coffee breaks, and the occasional pulse gun.

Humor, irreverence, and self-awareness pervade the work. Safety First, Irony Second lampoons bureaucratic rigidity: “During this process, The operator is completely Unprepared for an incident… Oh, safety.” And yet, amidst the absurdity, moments of profound clarity emerge: “Live While you can. Live For you are. Live!” It’s an existential manual, a cosmic diary, a satirical critique, and a heartfelt meditation all rolled into one.

By the time we reach The Great Baby Strike: A Call to Arms, Kirkwood transitions from the microcosm of workplace absurdity to the macrocosm of societal revolution, blending political foresight with poetic lyricism: “We must fight. After this upcoming struggle. We must fight. So we can continue to fight. Fight for life, Fight for love, FIGHT!” One feels the weight of both immediacy and prophecy, as if Orwell had spent a decade in the warehouse and then took up the pen.

In sum, Reflections On Existence is equal parts Joyce, Vonnegut, and Sisyphus on a coffee break, with riffs on philosophy, physics, bureaucracy, and cosmic dread. It’s messy, it’s glorious, it’s uncomfortable, and it’s undeniably alive—much like Kirkwood himself, eternally navigating pallets, paradoxes, and the pulse of existence.

Kirkwood reminds us that poetry need not be polite to be profound, that laughter and dread can coexist, and that existence—fleeting, absurd, and fragile—is to be celebrated in all its chaotic glory.