Tag: writing
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surrender
This poem took quite a few versions to be done… and you know what they say (and by ‘they’ I do mean Paul Valéry): A poem is never finished– only abandoned. I don’t like to think I’ve abandoned any of my poems, but I do need to move on. I thoroughly enjoyed celebrating relationship with…
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lose
With each one,I shed loss and pare away painUntil less human and less hurt remain.Seal it, think I’m once again sane. Yet still I search rooms,Scan every view,Whisper your names,Miss all of you. If you enjoy reading my posts, please like, comment, and/or subscribe. I’d love to connect with you. Check out my other poetry.…
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On Drafting
Tonight, I read Tiffany Yates Martin’s post How Writers Revise: Joni B. Cole and Toxic Feedback. It’s not like I’ve ever had the honor of meeting TYM in real life (this is 2023 and we don’t do that anymore), but I take part in Litopia’s Pop Up Submissions as a genii (debate is still on…
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The Time to Write
It’s that time of the year again. The sun is out enough to chase away winter grays, both perceived and felt. The air is warm, although still dry enough to crack the skin around knuckles. I’ve traded tea for coffee and pull myself out of bed before the sun to run and read and journal,…
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To Sleep In A Sea Of Stars by Christopher Paolini: Book Review
There are so many ways I could start this review. Most are questions. Can you believe Paolini, the brilliant teen who wrote and marketed Eragon until agents picked it up, is now in his 40s? And writing adult sci-fi? Unrelated, but: is this year zooming by for you as well? It’s the mark of getting…
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life reforms
I came at this poem from an antagonistic mindset. That’s right; I was angry at someone and this was supposed to be a revenge poem. But isn’t it beautiful and special how writing and poetry can heal us?
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Ring-tailed Tibetan Long-tailed Short-tailed Werecats
Found inspiration for this story while on a walk in December.
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Review: Brother Night by Victor Kelleher
Disclaimer: I generally don’t read middle-grade fiction. It doesn’t quite suit my taste; I yearn for more depth, which I often find wonting in fiction for younger crowds.
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consequence
This poem came to me during a dark time after I selfishly hurt someone very close to me. I wish I could say it was an accident, but I understood what I was doing. Who knew the consequences would be so excruciating? Pride Seeks to prove I am a god, So I twirl ice around…
