of Stardust and the Beasts
Poetry, prose, stories, and other creative writing experiments.
the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #4 | the Batgirl and Denise
This week it was not Aurelia who had gotten herself into a pickle but the author/narrator herself... We had summer solstice and a few birthdays to celebrate this week, and I genuinely left the story until the last minute because I somehow messed up the days. I thought it was MONDAY!!!! HOW???? WHERE DID TIME GO???? The prompt for the Six Sentence Stories is provided by Denise (yes, the same Denise from the story) and other sixes can be read at the link-up. the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #4 "Hey, Batgirl, you came back," the tender of the bar tried to break the ice and, if I may say so, she had succeeded in getting a shy smile out of the Nervous Poet, who was still trying to figure out why everyone was being so nice to her. Perhaps her skittish nature came from her past experiences...
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Ten Thing of Thankful #6 | Family, Creativity & Community
Another week has passed and it's Sunday again, so it's time to share my weekly thankfuls for the Ten Thing of Thankful blog hop. This week, I am also adding some photos to the end of the post so you can perhaps have a little peek… into the things I am talking about. The thankfuls of other participants can be found at the link-up for TToT Blog-hop. Ten Thing of Thankful #6 First — Six Sentence Blog Hop Community. This week I wrote for and took part in something completely different: the SSC&B community, where I was invited by Clark and Chris. Clark and Denise, who hosts the Six-Sentence Story challenge, were also kind enough to send me some information about the story-line and...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #7 | Lust
Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — Nr 7 was written when I was 14 I believe, at such age I was so serious already and writing about love and desire as if I was an old woman already. (Authors Note) Lust And maybe We could Share a kiss or two, Let our worlds align Poetry on the Margins #7 Where the Hunger Lies I must confess the dirtiest and nastiest confession of my lifetime:I have a weakness — a weakness of such extent, I am almost blushing while typing it. I just can'teversay noto chocolate cake and wine. And I often find myself thinking of youwhile I devour.
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #19 | Acceptance
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — where I write more poetry inspired by my old poetry. Poetry is weird, this piece I actually read many times and thought that wow, it's like from a 19th century play or something. (Authors Note) Acceptance But...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #18 | Digging her own Grave
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — this was actually a newer thought or poem that incorporated into this one. I remember the line originated from the Dead Poet thing I had going on and it was supposed to be a part of the Six-Sentence Story but...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #17 | Realization
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — what the hell is this even and where did it come from. I like the poem itself. I sure did have a theatrical way to convey love... Love is not that bad at all... or sad... (Authors Note) Realization And so I...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #16 | Mercy
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—while, yes, we have all gone through a heartbreak or two, it’s rarely as theatrical as those 19th-century plays I was a huge fan of back in the day. Life has a tendency to go on. The Victorians were a strange...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #15 | Desperation
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—I know how this poem was written. This one I remember: I was listening to an Egyptian singer, and I was struck by how he conveyed obsessive love. I wanted to borrow that style, because it was so strong and...