First Published in the Oddball Magazine Sun on my neck speaks of its warm presence and lift the veil of the darkness like that cup of that warm leftover milk curdled like my thoughts sitting and getting consummated by the fall of the day and soon the night will come bearing the shadows of the … Continue reading How to start a conversation?
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We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault, Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay and Art is in the best seller #1 position for Poetry Anthologies and the #1 New Release in Women’s Poetry on Amazon!
Please, if you have not yet purchased a copy, consider doing so for someone else if not for yourself. You can even purchase to give to a shelter or rape crisis center. We deliberately kept the cost low so most could afford a copy and the message in this incredible anthology would be spread.
We Will Not Be Silenced is going to have the first of several events tomorrow November 30 on Facebook if you are able to attend and whilst there, if you want to join We Will Not Be Silenced on Facebook and the accompanying site, Sisters of Indigo Light
We Will Not Be Silenced is…
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First featured on Whisper and the Roar There are rules to be followed guidelines to be remembered to be followed to the tee before I can call my self a woman a lady like an appearance and that ever-present grin on my face smiling from ear to ear just to please you and ease you … Continue reading How to be a woman?
Spread some love and cheer by giving a shout-out to the best piece you have read last week or so.
The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. However, Pay It Forward Thursday has not been getting a lot of love lately, which we think is a shame. Dear reader, you are losing out on some great writing! We’ve decided to shake things up a little and the baristas will be reblogging our Pay It Forward picks for the week directly onto GDG Cafe so you don’t miss out on our favorites.
We like this idea so much that we will also reblog the posts you think were the best thing you read this week if you drop a link below. You are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from someone…
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And the day has finally arrived which marks the book launch of my writings alongside other talented and brave writers. It's not just a book but mission to raise the awareness about sexual abuse survivors through prose, poetry, and art. Really thankful to the editors Christine E. Ray, Candice Louisa, Kindra M Austin, and Rachel … Continue reading Indie Blu(e) Publishing Announces The Release of We Will Not Be Silenced
Come, test your writing skill by taking part in this fun challenge.
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.
Use the words “wicked chill” in any form of poetry or prose.
Stay warm my friends. Get those words warmed up and flowing!
They say you can find
your destiny in the tea leaves
sticking at the bottom of the cup
encircling and leaving patterns
easy to deciphered and
making the patterns
that zig-zag mesh
resembling the events in your life
Marking your ups and downs
all the important events
which make them truly shine
It’s an art they say
I gaze with a child like
my mouth agape in
and horror at the same time
How mere broken leaves
from a plant forgotten,
narrate my story
when you so conveniently
ignore the scars the
time has left on mine.
Another gem of a poetry book coming from my talented writer friend Kindra Austin.
Design by Allane Sinclair
First published in the Writer’s Cafe Magazine ,Issue 10, 2018
I paint you with my metallic tears
my obsidian heart
as I draw and sketch
and darken the areas
ripping me apart
I trickle my pain
dipped in the
copious amount of my nightmare
that darken your kohl-lined eyes
with the pain my heart bears
As I slowly and gradually
draw those fine lines
time has left behind,
I slowly feel the numbness
cloaked in the dark veil
that you are hiding behind
As I ‘m coating
you with my glowing love
and drenching you
with the warmth of my soul,
my fingers etch the poem hidden
in your curves
weaving a story untold
As my wrist turns and twists
counting the beauty
of your million freckles
nimbly hiding those occasional
guffaws and giggle,
I replenish my brush
with your love
as I draw your heart,
locking the glow
of the thousand…
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‘We Will Not be Silenced’ is a call to arms; it is muffled voices upon strangled voices ripping the gags off to scream their stories and speak truth to power. ‘We Will Not be Silenced’ is rage and heartbreak, it is the soul-crushing pain of the worst kind of human violation being laid bare for all to see, and it is laid bare with an unflinching power that demands you to keep reading. These stories are poignant and disturbing, and they are filled with everything this world needs to read right now.
‘While We Will Not Be Silenced’ is not an easy read, but it is an important one, and while the subject matter is sensitive and the words unforgiving, these stories and essays, the poetry and the prose, the art captured within, have done a service to every survivor of sexual abuse and harassment by taking back their power…
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in your heart
where my soul
in its tranquility
of the turbid emotions taking
birth in me
A fleeting touch
of your palms
make the eyelids
dreams are becoming
I have put
my worries to rest
as I rest my soul in your lap
a sweet zephyr,
a gentle touch
my trepidations are dying
an untimely death
leaving the humdrum
drifting away slowly
the exuberance of your life
my heart is moored to yours
I’m taking down the sails now
slowly and gently.
We are at the center stage hounded and cheered by the million hungry eyes ready and pumped to get a piece of the entertainment of their life to get that taste of the bloodied reality and voyeuristic truth we have been gulping down our throats through all this life We are at the center stage burned … Continue reading Centre Stage
Poetry bloggers and readers, Come be a part of the Poetry Readathon started by Robbie. Read the post for more details.
I have recently launched a book of poetry, together with fellow South African, Kim Blades. In celebration of this achievement which I have been working on for the past five years, I have decided to host a Poetry Readathon on my blog starting on 1 December 2018 and ending on 15 January 2019.
Part 1 of the Poetry Readathon will comprise of reading and reviewing poetry books. I have selected eight books below for you to choose from if you would like to participate. You can link to my post and I will share your review on my blog and to my Facebook poetry sharing page as well as other social media.
Part 2 of the Poetry Readathon will comprise posts introducing you to some of the poetry bloggers who don’t have books but who write wonderful poetry and share it on their blogs. If you are a poetry blogger and…
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“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”
― J.M. Storm
A ball of sagging clay in your hands
between the ridges of your fingers
getting knead by your
bony knuckles of the long taloned hand
those slender fingers
which only an artist adores
You shape and mold me
and put indentations
gives shapes to my dreams and desires
and cover up the cracks
the unforgiving time has left in me
You pinch and prick and
beauty laying hidden in my soul
for the whole world to see
in its grandeur
and makes those wavy patterns
those ripples in time
the sweet memories
etched in my mind
You baked and caked me in the
hard harrowing oven
to stress those lessons
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If I let the door ajar to my
wear my heart on the sleeve
trust every smiling face
and every fake praise
tainted with those broken desires
then the fault is in me
If I let him be the sweet talker
and blush at every small
sing his praises
to my heart’s content
then it is my wrongdoing
if I let those shiny trinkets and
gifts blind me
and I could not see the
deception he was planning all along
and devilish desires in his smirk
and his pursed lips
if I am blinded by all those
the illusion of the love
got the best of me
Believe me, my friends,
the joke’s and the laugh is on me.
A profound thought to share with you my beloved readers and dear friends in the WordPress community as I publish my 1001 post.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
My soul is a river
come dip your toes in it
it will soak up your worries and anxiety
will soothe your pain
and infuse you with the
nectar of love
that cozy feeling
which is so rare
My soul is a river
flowing through time
it has smoothed the rocks with
it’s ever glowing wisdom
which it never loses to age
Come close to me and
take a took
and search for your reflection
you true self
the purest of thee
My soul is a river
nourishing and enriching
those who settled on its banks
I chose to infuse life in them
those who wait for me and
and weave life around me
their breadth and width spanned
My soul is a river in all its
life and its glory
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Come read my piece featured on Free Verse Revolution for the November theme " Desire".
Visual Verse, a London/Berlin-based Literary Journal, celebrated its 5th Anniversary edition with a bang. Instead of giving us three pieces by the lead artists they gave the opportunity for readers to submit their best within the 24 hours of releasing the image and selected the top 3 to lead. Though I was not in the top … Continue reading Poetry published in Visual Verse 5th year anniversary edition-“Wonderland”
I’m beyond excited and honored to be part of this anthology.Like any other revolution, this needs collective voices and hands.Come donate for this worthy cause to spread the love and awareness far and beyond.
If you want to do one act of kindness and generosity today, support this anthology and donate for this.
We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay, and Art is the brainchild of Kindra M. Austin, Candice Louisa Daquin, Rachel Finch, and Christine E. Ray. The four indie writers and survivors felt compelled to do something after the strongly triggering Kavanaugh Hearings. We decided that we would advocate, educate, and resist through our art.
We opened submissions for only two weeks to women and men around the world. The response from writers and artists was overwhelming: the final anthology will include 166 pieces of writing and art from 94 contributors around the globe. It also led to the birth of Sisters of Indigo Light, dedicated to the healing and empowerment of sexual harassment and sexual abuse survivors through creative expression and community.
The four editors decided early on that this was a project about passion and…
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“to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
Squelched dreams and broken hopes
lying in the
shriveled hopes of the tomorrow
silhouetted against the obsidian skies
of my dead and murky dreams
I wear in my large kohl-lined eyes
so they lit up the
dark alleys of my tepid heart
we make love to each other
gazing with the cracked eyes and shattered dreams
and posing for the burlesque love
deluded by the fake desires and despondent passion
till we reach the nerve-shattering scream
I pick and weave
my vapid desires in
as a symbol
crestfallen and broken heart
which I will wear around my obsidian heart
to entice you to our dance of destruction.