I have written with Joshua Stewart several times and each time it has been quick and easy. Sometimes writing styles and emotions just come together effortlessly. In fact, I think he is pretty much the male version of me. Today, I would like to give you guys a chance to get to know him a…
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. ~ Gilda…
Today is this beautiful angel’s birthday! Tamara and I met when we joined Laura A Lord as co-editors for the online poetry publication The Reverie Journal. She is a wonderful poet who pours her passion into writing. Not only is she an amazing poet but she is a spoken word artist and a…
If I were to pick someone in the blogging world most like me it would be Joshua Stewart. He blogs at JStewart413 and he writes poetry. He writes way more poetry everyday than I ever have. He also uses pictures (or he did when I first found him) to add to his words…
Originally posted on The SisterWives:
. Six weeks ago, I almost drowned. I was alone in the vast, mysterious wetness of the Atlantic Ocean. I’d never felt so small. I was so far from shore that the Labor Day tents faded into one bright, distant smear across the sand. I was so focused, I never…
31 DAYS OF HORROR Is it just me or are you guys just uninspired and slowing down your horror writing? Write some scary stuff and link it up in the comments so I can link you all up on Sundays Horror Linkup! The best thing to happen to Halloween this year, in my opinion,…
Titled by Cyan Ryan playing on the name Ruth which means friend. Please show Cyan some blog love, he took a break but looks as if he needs a bit of sunshine and support. Written by Cyan Ryan and HastyWords I was mourning tearfully the prior evening’s dreams Where noisy birds had ripped…
I am happy to have Helena Hann-Basquiat, my favorite story weaver, guest blog here today. Using 14 words Helena has created14 different variations of this love poem. Please be sure to visit her blog here and show her some fan love. WRITTEN BY HELENA HANN-BASQUIAT my bed (was never California never was) my bed …
I am a mom, with a ten year old daughter, who is struggling to raise a strong individual who will also be a compassionate friend. Girls can be downright vicious to their own gender. I think it is important for women to stand together but more often than not we end up bullying each other…
Originally posted on Ranting Crow:
This picture has always been something I wanted to do a piece on. And today I finally did. Hope you enjoy this small piece of poetry. Click for larger size. Writer’s ballerina. Free On virgin sheets she dances Thrived by music she stains the sheer paper Toes dipped in blue…
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