by Patricia Furstenberg That day it rainedWith bullets and tearsWith stones and fearBrother against sisterChests bareLips dareI was there. That day we yelledWords that killedSongs that freedTruths willedTeeth bareFists dareYou were there. That day they failed,We stood unafraid.Kill the revolutionThey raged.Revolution is poetry,We sang.Revolution and poetry. First published online on Militant Thistles Image by Ri Butov… Leer más Revolution is Poetry
by Joni Caggiano write me in lavish colors tease me with feathers paint me in reddish hues dyes catch my laughter hold me close forever after tiny brushes of shades picnics among easels yellow balloons moving dancing among the hay paint me naked where I lay movement lights my core wavy hair blows soft gold… Leer más Life – A Celebration
By Tamara Yancosky Words fail all expression for my loved ones as I pray- apart from repetitious supplications from the prior day. So, I sit in quietude, trusting my Father’s infinite ears as he listens to the voice of my spirit and softly wipes away my heart’s tears. For we do not know what to… Leer más Words Fail Expression For Loved Ones
by Manuela Timofte «With my eyes I contemplate the reflected sun,In every living wave,Which seems to carry it to the crashingWith the fine sand.» Anca Horga – Among the wildflowers of the Mediterranean M. Since when do you write? What was an early experience where you learned that language had power? A: I’ve always been fascinated… Leer más Anca Horga – Interview
time flies differently when you stand alone in a room and think about the past with regret Pigeons with glass shards in their wings, reflecting sunlight in their fall. That’s how time moves lately “It’s gotta be a long time ago,” he said. “I know it’s gotta be a long time ago because the times… Leer más pigeons with glass shards in their wings
He was brought to the mental asylum in chains. Not because he was dangerous. But because he said it inspired him. Getting into character, into the mood, the understanding would come to him if he became what he wanted. Not something the dull-minded, the unimaginative could comprehend. It wasn’t their fault, the ordinary could rarely… Leer más The New God of Writing by Terveen Gill
(blog author) (I am editing a old story. My spaghetti western. Dark days of Texas- Chapter one. Another hot day in Texas. 110 degrees and the ground so damn hot. Old man John had put his horse in the Austin city horse stable. Too damn hot to ride and a good time to drink some… Leer más Dark days of Texas… —A story. By John Coyote
by mikesteeden In the sizzling humidity that only the rainforest knows, a coverlet of brazen shadows hold sway. Albeit a pain in natures arse, here and there, scintillant chinks where razor sharp blades of sunlight cleave their way ever forward attempting to invade the battlefields canopy. Nearby, a peacock hoots, parakeets screech and in the… Leer más MAN IN ABSTRACT
To give or to receive? Will I get something else in return, if I give something? How much do I receive? What if I don’t like what I will get? These are questions I asked myself at one point because my life was driven by fears. It may sound strange, but fear keeps us living… Leer más Giving or Receiving?
by Rana Purely indulged in passion, she is mesmerizing and charming I gaze deeper to absorb her beauty and what its worth of She is a sweet charmer being softer than silk an enchantress The details of her ravishing delights possess unique lit above A sip of delicate red wine spiced up with a sweet… Leer más My Sweet Love
a cemetery becomes a park in autumn best romantic spot a cemetery full of various roses It’s a scenic view a park in autumn showed a lot of fallout an uneven score best romantic spot a peace lovable premise latter’s residence —- ⭐ Learn to write «troiku form» here site:https://meandmyliterature.wordpress.com/ Pic credits:Inception Copyright ©️ 2022… Leer más «Troiku» by Jane Aguiar
by Petru Racolța Flowers like soft music, Whether it is the sun or a full moon, Their treatment is when they are caressed, With soft and repeated whispers. The flower knows and recognizes you, By your caress, it is instantly reborn, It understands you, and then soothes you, Even though it is not visible, it… Leer más The Language of Flowers
By Olga Nuñez Miret Hi, all: I’ve realised that recently I seem to have been reading random books in series, sometimes series I had visited before, and it has worked surprisingly well… https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?preview=inline&linkCode=kpd&ref_=k4w_oembed_LKSX66fSnohRGa&asin=B09KGCWXQ2&tag=kpembed-20 The Close by Jane Casey (Maeve Kerrigan, N. 10) The gripping new detective crime thriller featuring Maeve Kerrigan and Josh Derwent from… Leer más #TuesdayBookBlog The Close by Jane Casey (Maeve Kerrigan, N. 10) (@JaneCaseyAuthor) (@HarperCollinsUK) Recommended to followers of the series and everyone else as well
By: Miriam Costa Leaving behind the conflict with his wife, Carlos found fulfillment writing a book about his own fears, compassion, dreams and learning to walk away from his emptiness, as he said, he would write for hours, towards serenity. That book stick a smile on Carla’s face, his wife, because in many pages she… Leer más Filled with notes
by Anca Horga I toss and turn in my bed by a solar flare That keeps me up at night Waiting for my purpose to find; As I whisper my thoughts, New roads seem to align, Under Venus and Jupiter’s light. I stopped to bathe in their shining, Late, when routine’s ending, Grabbing them with… Leer más The touch of the stars
Yes, there’s intimacy and then there’s the times you get naked and drunk and cuddle in bed and tell each other things you’d never tell sober “Last time I got so drunk,” she said, “I got my hands on a poster with a missing child and called the number and got under the blanket with… Leer más no closer intimacy than this by Bogdan Dragos
I’m going to be sacrificed. But that’s alright, I’ve been given four months to live anyway. Might as well be of some use before that. I’m hoping it’s not some stupid reason like appeasing a god or bringing copious rain. Those excuses are so passe. Cliched. How about some originality? Mummy always said – turn… Leer más How Does One Drink Soup with a Knife by Terveen Gill
(Blog by Brian) Let me tell you about a place, unique, so unique, a place where Man was born, where rivers hide under the earth, their path only marked by the rows of acacias that run on the ground, a place lost between the clouds, so white, so white, and the sky, so blue, so… Leer más The Valley by Brian Martin-Onraët
by Marcello Comitini Before listening, I hear the interrupted waves and started again of the blackbirds cries. They wander in the infinite sky of May between shreds of clouds that cover and reveal the sun. Betrayed by melancholy they seek peace in the wind. I listen. At the bottom of my eyes shadow of domes… Leer más To listen
by DidiArtist Love is not limited On physical contacts Love is the fusion From spirit to spirit Into one soul… 17.08.2020 https://didisvgp.wordpress.com
Gobblers & Masticadores 