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Six Sentence Story #23 | Prompt Word: DUST
This week I wrote two stories for the Six Sentence Story blog hop: one for the SSC&B collaborative world and this one here because I enjoy writing the mini stories with the restraint of six-sentences. It's cool and sometimes a bit... challenging. The host of the hop is Denise aka Girlie on the Edge, and on Sunday she provides the prompt. On Wednesday, the link-up goes live and many awesome authors add their sixes there. Do check them out, even if you didn't fancy mine, as all writers are different and you may find something more of your cup of tea; even some on-going stories ;). Umm, musically??? Imaginary Friend and Cruel Devotion by Night Club were playing in the moment, no wonder the six became something like this... and instead of Zinfandel I had Puglia. I love the primitivo...
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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 #6 | a Prayer
This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now. (Authors Note) a Prayer Here I lay In the darkness of my room Praying to all the Gods that I know That someday, Somewhere, Someway We can meet each other And have conversations drunken on wine Poetry on the Margins #6 If There’s a Next Life If this one is not enough...I hope to share one another in a waythat goes beyond great sex.It feels moreintimate. But... I do hope we would have a lot ofdrunken nights on wine and walking hand in hand on a dark avenue.And when I get tired, I'd just plop my head down on your shoulder, and thenyou'd smile and stroke my hair or kiss my forehead.And...
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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...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #14 | It Hurts
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—in some of the literature I read a lot as a teen, the theme of praying to a god or a mother was quite strong. I borrowed that idea; it wasn’t mine. The words are though. (Authors Note) It Hurts Oh God, oh...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #13 | Foolish Girl
Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft—2-5 percent reality, and the rest is theatrical melodrama. I was a huge fan of William Shakespeare back in the day, and I wanted to incorporate that style into my writing at the time. This is why...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #12 | He Was Cold
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—on the contrary, the fact that life goes on is not as sad as I make it seem in the second piece. This poem probably did come from a real feeling, but gosh, was I theatrical. (Authors Note) He Was Cold And there...
Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #11 | Feral
Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — What? This is scandalous. (Authors Note) Feral Oh He makes me go feral,Look at me. A kitten,A lioness,A fly,A wolf,A sheep, A lady choking on butterflies. Poetry on the Margins #11 Writers block,...