E.K. Daniels
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Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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The Sublime Absurdity of Bad Poetry (And a Few Cringeworthy Gems)
An oft-forgotten and under-celebrated day, "Bad Poetry Day" is upon us. Every year on August 18, millions of people around the world ignore this day, but don't be like them! Join me on the wonderful ride through the world of bad poetry, and my own (intentional) overtly flowery, superfluously silly, and long-winded diatribe of the ancient craft of (bad) poetry.
By E.K. Daniels9 months ago in Humor
- Top Story - August 2023
- Runner-Up in Critique Challenge
Wuthering Heights - A CritiqueRunner-Up in Critique Challenge
A how-to on how not to have relationships. Ever felt ghosted? This ups the ante. Brontë brings us the original soap opera in book form, where everyone needs a therapist and an umbrella. If you can’t finish it, watch Ralph Fiennes go mad as Heathcliff on screen: a must watch!
By E.K. Daniels9 months ago in Critique
Dear God
Dear God, sorry it’s been a while. I’m not really good at this prayer thing. Jesus camp kind of ruined the whole “benevolent guy in the sky” idea for me when I found out about hell and how I was most definitely going there if I wasn’t “saved”. And how that mass murder had a one-way ticket to heaven because he found you in prison. I guess serial killing is okay, but being an incredulous kid isn’t. Six-year-old me still has nightmares of being shamed in congregation, but I’m desperate. Can you still hear me? Have you ever?
By E.K. Daniels12 months ago in Fiction
Puberty Has Colonized My Land
The mirror’s function is pretty simple. It’s supposed to reflect who you are. But mine never has. My breasts extrude like peaks and valleys on a foreign landscape. Puberty has colonized my land, and my invaders refuse to retreat. They bring their arms to my body each month and are not satisfied until blood is shed. It is an unwinnable war, and all I want to do is wave my white flag in surrender. Or return my mirror. It has never reflected who I really am, and I fear it never will.
By E.K. Daniels12 months ago in Fiction