of Stardust and the Beasts
Poetry, prose, stories, and other creative writing experiments.
the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #5 | the Nervous Poet Finds the Roof
And we have a new story for the Six Sentence Story blog hop created by Denise. This week I also wrote two sixes: this one for the collaborative world of the SSC&B (all of the participants are listed at this post on the Wakefield Doctrine) and another one simply because I was in the mood to write... you can read it right here... As always, there are plenty of other participants in the hop—some truly great authors, by the way—so do check them out at the link-up. the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #5 "It might be even more odd if I went home already," Aurelia thought to herself as she felt overwhelmed by the crowd that had gathered around the bar and her newly established fixation with finding the roof. If one witnessed the sudden movements she made to get up and walk away from the bar,...
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Ten Thing of Thankful #10 | Writers, Books & Summer Rain
Oh wow, it's my tenth ten thing of thankful post this week. How cool is that? The blog hop has made me reflect on things to be thankful for and I must say it's has become one of my favorite routines ever since I returned to the blog and writing. It does something weird to the overall mood... I strongly suggest to read other authors posts too or to write your own, the link-up has all of the participants, so be sure to check them out! Ten Thing of Thankful #10 First — Six Sentence Stories hosted by Denise It has become my favourite way of spending my creative energy, and that comes from someone who only wrote poetry before finding the hop... Even if it's a blog hop—which essentially means...
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Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #4 | His Eyes | Linked to dVerse OLN
The first poem is actually really, really old. It is one of the first ones I published on my old Tumblr as a poem, I believe (I was head over heels smitten with someone, so the feeling is very, very real here). I am linking it up to the dVerse Open Link Night, but this is not the only link-up they host for poets... I enjoyed Poetics and Prosery a lot, too, but unfortunately, I don't have much time to write now... Please do check them out if you enjoy poetry, there is also the dVerse live this time on the OLN. I have found some super enjoyable pieces on there. (Authors Note) His Eyes His eyes If that was not poetry Written in two words I. Don’t. Do. Poetry Poetry on the Margins #4 First...
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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...
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...