Authored by Madisen Kuhn // Illustrated by Laura SupnikEighteen Years is a collection of 220+ poems. Madisen Kuhn, popularly known as m.k., writes honestly and personally about the thoughts and feelings that come with finding your way. Eighteen Years is here to tell you that you are not alone. It is meant to be curled up with at night, accompanied by a cup of tea. It's a hug in book-form. It is there to comfort you when fuzzy socks and ice cream just aren't enough. It will inspire you to pick up a pen and write down thoughts of your own. It will help you to say the words that feel stuck in your chest. Take it on the train. Take it to the beach. Keep it on your nightstand. Keep it in your backpack. Read it at the park on benches beneath hundred-year-old trees. Read it while it's raining. Read it when you're happy. Read it when your heart aches. Eighteen Years is meant to be bent and worn, written in, tear-stained, and loved. This book is for you.

Sir Robert Warburton (1842-99) was a British army officer who served for 18 years as the political officer, or warden, of the Khyber Pass, the most important of the mountain passes connecting Afghanistan and present-day Pakistan. He was born in Afghanistan, the son of a British officer and his wife, a noble Afghan woman who was the niece of Amir Dost Mohammad Khan. Warburton was educated in England, commissioned an officer, and served at posts in British India and in Abyssinia (present-day Ethiopia) before being appointed, in 1879, to his post in the Khyber. Home to the fiercely independent Pushtun Afridi people who resisted external control, the pass frequently had been blocked by the Afridis or by fighting among the hill tribes. Warburton is credited with keeping the frontier peaceful and the pass open, mainly though diplomacy rather than force. He drew upon his Afghan background and his fluent Persian and Pushto to gradually win the trust of tribesmen whose traditions made them deeply suspicious of outsiders. In August 1897, one month after Warburton's retirement, unrest broke out among the Afridis, who seized the pass and held it for several months. Warburton was called back into service and participated in the Tirah expedition of 1897-98, in which Anglo-Indian forces reopened the pass. Warburton was especially proud of the role played in the expedition by the Khyber Rifles, a paramilitary force recruited from Afridi tribesmen that he had raised and commanded. Eighteen Years in the Khyber, 1879-1898 is Warburton's account of his education and career. It touches upon virtually every individual and event that played a role in relations between Afghanistan and British India during the last quarter of the 19th century. Long in poor health, Warburton returned to England and died before the book was completed. Posthumously published, it is illustrated with a number of striking photographs and includes a detailed fold-out map of the Khyber.

Becoming a woman is messy and magical.Written over a span of 18 years, this debut collection of poetry by Hunni Bloom journeys through the mysteries, heartaches, and awakenings of feminine expansion. Full of lessons, questions, and explorations of budding femininity, Maidenhood: Eighteen Years of Life Becoming, is a guide and a gift on the path of womanhood.In ancient mythologies, the three-part Goddess of maidenhood-motherhood-crone symbolizes the three phases of life as a woman. Maidenhood is the time of searching and exploring who she is becoming, who she desires to be, and the life she yearns to create and live.This book is a journey of maidenhood offering poems of friendship, love, sexuality, navigating loss and trauma, questioning God and purpose, exploring inner truths and desires, reckoning relationships with mothers and homeplace, and blooming through transitions and cycles.Hunni Bloom's poetry will make you laugh, cringe, cry, and re-member the soul of femininity.

One day the sun will rise from the east. A destiny for my life figure in the eating. Clouds for me the shadows were painted. The stars were ready to go. The time said: Tonight, a story we told him for the time . the wind of his new clothes to wear and he highlighted his point of life. sleep, my fate was now waking up. day, for night was jealous. love, was looking for a chance to tell me you, I love you.