Stream of Consciousness
The Woman Who Lives at Full Volume
I don't know how to do anything halfway. If I care, I care deeply. If I'm excited, everyone knows it. If I'm hurting, I usually end up writing about it. The good, the bad, the weird, the beautiful, the ugly parts of life all seem to hit me with the same intensity.
By Syl De'Vilabout 16 hours ago in Writers
The Thrill of the Chase
The flick of your hair, as the light catches the dancing strands as they float in the breeze. The slight matte finish to your lips made alive and manifest by the saliva you run across them with your tongue. The coquettish tilt of your head downwards as you look a little up a little down with your eyelids. The way your curves pull me in emotionally and mentally before physically as I watch you move from one end of the room to the other. No catwalk, no mainstage. The average room or liminal space is your catwalk, your mainstage. And it's a cakewalk for you but the beginning of fire for me.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Writers
Second Best
Ray Dalton had finished second eleven times that season, and the whole county knew it. They knew it at the gas station, where the kid behind the counter called him "Silver" and thought he was being clever. They knew it at the diner, where the waitress set his coffee down and said, "Maybe this week, hon," the same way she said it every Friday. They knew it at Mass on Sunday, where Father Mike shook his hand after the final hymn and told him second place was still a gift, and Ray smiled and said thank you and did not believe a word of it.
By Overdrive Recordsa day ago in Writers
Well damn, Paul Stewart!
It must be asked, Paul Stewart: What’s the fascination with five? A poem limited to five lines, naming only five authors—a whopping five-part challenge that technically turned into seven parts since two parts were two-parters. (How convoluted was that explanation?) Sheesh! This challenge cost me five times five, times five, minutes of sleep (and possibly five times more) each night! I’d do the actual math, but I’m too tired from the lack of snooze time.
By Liz Montanoa day ago in Writers
Talking Hearts Cards
Author's Note: I picked the cards and answered them first. He didn't answer them at the same time. Later he answered them, sometimes after I shared mine, some of the answers brought humor, and laughter, as this exercise always does. Others, not so much!
By Denise E Lindquista day ago in Writers
Politigram Survivor
The modern Far-Right believes itself the heir of “European culture” and the last in a long lineage of torch-bearers, upholding civilisation through virtue, wisdom and strength against a tide of “degenerate third-worlders”. In fact, the version of “European culture” they claim is a bastardised, homogenisation of ancient Greek, Roman, Celtic, Germanic and Near East cultures retconned into a cohesive identity despite the historical differences between these groups, and fuelled by the colonial “othering” of non-European races.
By I. D. Reeves2 days ago in Writers
The Line I Never Finished
He found the notebook in a box marked “college stuff” while he was looking for something else. The pages were warped from a long-ago leak in the apartment above his. Most of the ink had bled. On the third page from the back, one sentence was still clear enough to read.
By Overdrive Records3 days ago in Writers
