Christine’s thought-provoking piece on what it takes to become a poet.
Beth’s deeply moving poem echoes my sentiments about the fuckery of the world, past and present. https://wp.me/p6J4tW-aj
This took my breath away…
Am i what I fear? Do I fear the person I am? Is that why I am silent and withdrawn, Thinking I could hide? Is that why I refuse to be, and to be seen? For to be seen is to be. Is this why I’m frozen?
A beautifully written poem by S.Francis.
sandcastles in the sun are you willing to call it fun? sandcastles with a moat does creativity flourish by rote? sandcastles that glisten pride may i match the depth of your stride? sandcastles sculpted with bare handed care will you knead my heart with similar flare? sandcastles that repair and replenish can the aquamarine mirror my tears with similar flourish? […]
The curators of Blood Into Ink are seeking guest writers to share their stories about the struggles and triumphs faced by trauma survivors. We welcome the writing of women and men who have lived through sexual abuse, rape, physical abuse, emotional abuse, child neglect, emotional abuse, domestic violence and other forms of trauma. We believe […]
This podcast was really interesting because it delves into the physical limits of biological gender, astrological and societal challenges/phobias that the LGBTQ community currently faces and how the masculine/feminine principle has undergone radical changes in the cultural and linguistic context. What does it mean to actually be male or female? What does it mean to be maybe even be neither, or somewhere in between? Is our sexuality a conscious choice, or a state of being?
There are five more days to submit to Brave and Reckless’ Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge! Writing Prompt: “Moon ate the Dark” Using the writing prompt above, write a 100 to 750 word original piece that integrates the writing prompt. The prompt can used as the title, you can use the phrase intact or break it […]
This is where you may go This is what you may grow This is where you may drink This is when you may wink This is what you can wear This is what you may bare This is who you may love This is how you stay above This is what you must pay This […]
“Why this relationship to Mother and water?
Breaking waters. We are born from what is fluid, not fixed. Water is essential. A mother is essential. The ocean as a mother is mesmerizing in her power, a creative force that can both comfort and destroy. My mother and I came to trust each other on the beach where we sat. Between the silences, we played together. We entertained ourselves. On the edge of the continent, looking west, we came to an understanding of the peace and violence around us. Power is the sea’s thundering voice, the curling and crashing of waves. Water is not nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life. And life held in the sea is surface and depth, what we see and what we imagine.
We cast a line, we throw out a net, what emerges is religion in the form of fish.
My mother’s trangression was hunger. She passed her hunger on to me without ever speaking a word. Solitude is a memory of water. I live in the desert. And everyday I am thirsty.
When I opened my mother’s journals and read emptiness, it translated to longing, that same hunger and thirst Mother translated to me. I will rewrite this story, create my own story on the pages of my mother’s journals.”
– Terry Tempest Williams