Whitney Sweet
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Published novelist, poet, writer, artist. Always making things.
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Novel: Inn Love - a sweet ❤️
Poetry: The Weight of Nectar; Warrior Woman Wildflower
Stories (24/0)
A Long Time Coming
I was running late. When I turned the corner, I saw him there, waiting for me, at a table on the patio outside our favourite café. He was chatting with the waitress, sipping on his coffee. I watched his full lips pull away from the cup and a bright smile come across his face at seeing me.
By Whitney Sweet4 years ago in Filthy
I Love
I Love Your gorgeous gentle hands on my body. The author’s thoughts on the poem: The inspiration for this poem came from a prompt that I created from some blocks. They are haiku blocks, given to me as a gift, by my brother. It was so thoughtful of him to give them to me, and they have proved quite useful! I took the inspiration cues and wrote this tiny, little, poem. Even though it is small, I feel it says so much. Capturing a moment between lovers, finding the bliss in the small, secret, things we love about one another when we share our bodies.
By Whitney Sweet4 years ago in Poets
The Fifth Cup of Coffee
The Fifth Cup of Coffee “Sometimes, you can drink four cups of coffee,” my doctor says. “But if you drink the fifth, well, that’s when the trouble starts.” He looks at me while I’m sitting on the examination table. My husband sits in a chair on my right.
By Whitney Sweet4 years ago in Psyche
Am I a Toxic Friend?
There is something I have been thinking about for a long time now. In recent years, I have had a couple friendships end. Presumably, these endings were because of some things I had done, at least according to the enders of the friendships. The thing was, I didn’t really see what I had done wrong.
By Whitney Sweet4 years ago in Humans
We are what we consume...
As a body positive researcher, I gathered an impressive collection of marginalized people to follow on social media. Instagram became my heaven. Through doing this research and running TROU Lit. Mag. , I have surrounded myself with people who might be considered different.
By Whitney Sweet4 years ago in Longevity
All the Zucchini
My life with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Depression and how I asked for help... I sometimes think that we see images of people with mental illness, where they say to “reach out” and “ask for help” but we don’t see how they got to that moment. We see a person who tells us they were ill, and now they seem fine, or at least they are functioning. I think it’s hard for those who are suffering and at the beginning of the journey to get the help they are looking for, and to know just how long recovery takes and how messy that recovery is. This post is going to be long so if you have the time, say while you’re sitting in your car around the corner from your house after a long day at work, just looking for a little piece and quiet, that’s perfect. Or if you’re on the toilet, or waiting at the doctor’s office, or in line to renew your driver’s license picture, I hope I can fill your time with some useful entertainment.
By Whitney Sweet4 years ago in Psyche
Teal
Teal The woman sat on the edge of a pale green sofa, her legs crossed at the ankles. She was thinking, he supposed, as she stared unblinking off into space. The sun filtered in through a window, making the woman’s short red hair flame against her ivory face. Her white shirt gaped a little in the middle where the buttons strained to hold hands. She sighed then spoke, “I remembered that the nursery was painted teal, I always remember the colours of things, especially since that day. I also remember pain,” she looked up at him, her brown eyes deep in memory, “I was in labour for eighteen hours.”
By Whitney Sweet4 years ago in Psyche
