A valuable piece of advice from a talented writer about arranging and selecting your pieces from the enormous collection of your writing.
Do give it a read.
When I first contemplated choosing pieces and organizing them for Composition of a Woman, I naively thought it would be fairly quick and straightforward process. I had recently served as the editor for an art show chapbook that included pieces from 12 very diverse girls and women and as the primary editor for Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Collective, which included the writing of 29 writers from 7 countries. How hard could it be to organize my own book?
The first challenge I faced was the sheer volume of writing I had done since I started Brave and Reckless and my own lack of foresight. Normally, I write my first draft in a Word document and then post to my blog. I do save those Word Documents but oh, how I love to tinker! Once I copy and paste into the draft blog post I…
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Challenge your writing skills with the Tuesday prompt at GoDogGO Cafe.
Here is my response
As I walk slowly
counting each step
not to miss any step
I keep walking on my crushed dreams
turning them into the soft powder
soft enough for you
to walk over them.
again and again.
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Use the phrase “crushed dreams” in a piece of poetry or prose.
That dark well in the courtyard
is like a monster
as it devoured my sister
and never spat her out
that dark window sill is
blackened by my mother’s elbows
as she waited patiently for my father to arrive
those cracks in the basement door
plays my shattered memories
like a movie on a broken reel.
I try so hard to forget
Those stairs like the inside of the snakes
has devoured my happiness
This house is painted
with the handprints of blood
this is my house of pain
I don’t call it home anymore.
“Home isn't a place, its a feeling” ― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie The air is heavy with your words deeply scented with your memories laced with your unspoken words I am gasping for my breath choking at times when they come back and haunt me titillate me and arouse me sometimes with their fragrance evermore but still … Continue reading Home
I'm really excited to see my poem featured in the Dissident Voice. I'm really thankful to the Senior Poetry editor Angie Tibbs for accepting my poem. Dissident Voice is an internet newsletter dedicated to challenging the distortions and lies of the corporate press and the privileged classes it serves. The goal of Dissident Voice is to provide hard-hitting, … Continue reading Poetry published in the Dissident Voice – “We don’t fear death”