Indie Blu(e) Publishing is currently accepting submissions of writing and art for But You Don't Look Sick: The Real Life Adventures of Fibro Bitches, Lupus Warriors, and other Super Heroes Battling Invisible Illness. Submissions will be accepted until midnight on January 31, 2020. Potential contributors are welcome to submit up to five pieces of creative … Continue reading Call for Submissions: But You Don’t Look Sick: The Real Life Adventures of Fibro Bitches, Lupus Warriors, and other Super Heroes Battling Invisible Illness
Daily Writing Prompt: Seven Brides For Seven Brothers
My January 2020 prompts are inspired by some of the greatest movie musicals of the last nine decades in all their politically incorrect technicolor glory. Even if you are not a movie musical fan, I hope that you find these prompts intriguing. They are designed to inspire you to write a poem, prose piece, piece … Continue reading Daily Writing Prompt: Seven Brides For Seven Brothers
The Daily Song: The Night We Met/Lord Huron
There is some music that gets under your skin, ricochets around your brain, hums in your blood. This is one of those songs. I am a woman with many ghosts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JAAjqvwqHw The Night We Met I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt I've been searching for a trail to … Continue reading The Daily Song: The Night We Met/Lord Huron
You
your eyes are sometimes all I can think of when I lie here alone at night in the bed we used to share I remember your gaze vulnerable trusting intense your irises not quite green not quite brown ringed in gray reminding me of a stormy seas your mouth is sometimes all I can think … Continue reading You
‘What do these beast like trees know…’ a first draft poem by S Francis
Stunning writing from Steve Fuller
What do these beast like trees know of me
I stare at them like they are veins transporting
The blood of earth back up to god, their naked flesh
Lingering through winter. Don’t we all
Become this? Don’t we all, at times,
Have to strip off our costumes to
To stand naked in the cold, let the sky
Dress us in white like a bride to be
Betrothed to the self we left at the foot
Of the tree as we climbed so high we
Could do nothing but fall? Aren’t we all
Just waiting for spring to punch through
Buds to cast a new bloom spilling color?
Beyond the Waving Grass- Michael Erickson
Gorgeous poetry from Michael Erickson
Trace a silent line of beating wings,
Beyond an edge of this road ahead.
There I will stand before a grass sea,
Waiting to take you gently by a hand.
But only when the lines of time,
Have traced your face with worn care.
Let our hair be as silver-gray as a winter sky,
And our bodies as tired as snow weathered hills.
I will wait upon a last whispered breath,
To find you held tight in my arms again.
Surpassing each end of every road,
To a place where tears cease to flow.
There with yellowing grasses wave,
Upon the edge of this world will I stand.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the linkhere…
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