it took time to reach the dusty crossroads but only a moment to sell my soul to The Devil a willing sacrifice signed the legally binding documents in thin purple Sharpie swallowed my qualms like raw oysters briny slick as I gagged them down my throat ate my pride sliced on gluten free crackers followed … Continue reading Tarot
In order to give people a little more time to submit writing during the busy holiday season, the curators of Blood Into Ink have extended the contest submission deadline to Sunday, December 10th. Blood Into Ink, a safe space for survivors of trauma/abuse, has been deeply moved by the national embrace of the #MeToo Campaign. … Continue reading Deadline Extended until Friday, December 10th: Blood Into Ink Writing Contest
you should write a book they tell me various perusers of my life’s recent chapters. ever at internal skirmish diffident plaid skirted schoolgirl raises head and eyebrows in self-effacing surprise shrouding wonderment beneath a shrug and a vague maybe someday while dauntless badass bitch square of shoulder and peg, ill-fitting of normative round holes gazes … Continue reading Authoring Angles
I wear my sins openly black ink tattoos scrolled over arms legs stomach back history of the girl I was the woman I became I do not lower my eyes in shame deference to your delicate sensibilities I meet your questions judgements head on you are not my god not my priest the fate of … Continue reading My Sins
Discarded oak leaves
Maintain persistent presence
Stubbornly clustered along fence’s base
Defiantly perched upon frosted turf.
Inched along haphazardly
By inexorable winds of change,
Oblivious to the internal tumult
In their repeated observer.
Not yet de-veined, disintegrated,
Perhaps, she ponders
She is, herself, neither.
Sharp edged truths crystallize in my throat cut me on faceted edges as I swallow them hard with a shot of whiskey laugh huskily at the irony of gagging on riches I long to spit these blood diamonds Rubies emeralds into cupped hands witness the polish they bear from fire that simmers in my belly … Continue reading Gems
the dark sidled up to me slyly clasped my hand whispered of sweet nothingness pledging end to agony if I would acquiesce the dark curled up spooning me in my fetal curvature humming hymns promising lily scented nihilism the dark became quite forward slipping off my skin while I was drowning sorrowful the … Continue reading Propositioned
Are you a fan of exceptional writing? Are you a writer of poetry, prose, essay or short fiction? Do you consider yourself a feminist? Whisper and the Roar is currently recruiting new Collective Members as well as guest writers. Submission Guidelines for Whisper and the Roar: Send up to 3 pieces of original writing in either PDF … Continue reading How to Join Whisper and the Roar or Submit Guest Writing
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Brave and Reckless is hosting a Winter Holiday Writing Prompt Challenge open to everyone, no matter how you feel about the Winter Holidays. Dust off the Winter Holiday song of your choice and write. No pressure to be jolly or bright. Last year at this time I was clinically depressed. Really, really depressed. Apathetic … Continue reading Brave and Reckless Winter Holiday Writing Prompt Challenge*