i am tired of being
afraid of everything.
i step into the fog
with open arms,
and it amazes me
how much it feels like rain.
i think i could drown myself
in anything if i really tried.
-mars
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A Gust of Words Vol. 4, 8.22.24
“The Book of Life”
@env0writes C.Buck
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I skimmed the book of life
And found myself, what?
Thirty-two and greying
Already preparing to fade away
Was the sky always so destined to be blue
Telephone wires far from view
Cloudless, starless night
Between the mass-printed paperback cover
Life flies so fast
I skipped Winter, Spring, and Summer
It feels as though Autumn is here too soon
When did it become August
What breeze blew me over
Spun me round
I fled the Widwest alley’s
Tornado’s my friend, nor foe, no more
Where in life did it say the word fair
When not followed by weather
Fair-colored complexion
Multi-home complex
The units are in houses
The unit is the home
I can’t afford one unit
One litre
One ounce
One life
How do I weigh this life
The book is only half a pound
Yet its mass is immeasurable
I flipped the pages too fast
And here I am
Busy looking back at what I missed
Scared of what
Is on the pages ahead
I keep turning pages and more appear
Will it end?
How far – how near?
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I think I've recommended it in passing a few times, but writers seeking more craft books: I would run, not walk, in the direction of Matthew Salesses's Craft in the Real World. It's one of the most exciting books on writing that I've read in years (up there with Ron Carlson Writes a Story, Samuel Delaney's The Jewel-Hinged Jaw, Kim Addonizio's The Poet's Companion and June Casagrande's It Was the Best of Sentences, It Was the Worst of Sentences). I think it might be most helpful if you've already read some other books on craft--it's a sort of 201-level response to 101-level advice, and if you aren't familiar with the 101 advice you might miss some of the significance. But parts like the revision exercises definitely stand on their own.
Salesses re-evaluates and explores a lot of common writing ""rules"" with the understanding of how culturally contingent they are, and how this is a disservice to writers and readers from backgrounds and cultures outside the presumed "norm." At the same time, he offers modifications of the tools and new techniques/new ways of thinking of old techniques. I'm in the middle of his re-definitions of terms. For instance, Salesses recommends looking at Characterization as "What makes one character different from everyone else." Character + Story Arcs are "What changes or fails to change." Craft itself is "a set of expectations."
Lightbulb moments everywhere.
(While I'm sending out book advice: for less 'exciting' but super solid grounding in techniques designed for nonfiction but applicable broadly, try anything by Roy Peter Clark. Ursula K. Le Guin's Steering the Craft is short but rich; it's one of my first recommendations to writers just getting started on reading craft advice. In the Palm of Your Hand is another poetry workbook that has advice on vocabulary, detail, and narrative that applies well to fiction too. For anyone looking into self-publishing, it's out of print and parts are dated but if you can secure a used copy through your library or secondhand sales, Catherine Ryan Howard's Self-Printed: The Sane Person's Guide to Self-Publishing is hugely informative and amusingly written.)
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Abuse can feel like love.
Why?
Because starving people will eat up anything.
-Penelope Douglas(Nightfall)
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‧₊˚ ☁️𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬,
𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.˚‧。⋆🌻⋆。‧˚
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i wrote a 500 word dynamic poem for neo-twiny jam :-)
i rewrote this in a few different ways with a handful of different drafts before settling on just doing a poem; this originally came from a full branching narrative i've had stewing for a while, and i might come back to it one day. but for now i enjoyed channeling that into this poem, which has also been very influenced by the fact that i've been writing hungry vampires for almost 2 months now.... it was also my first time messing with audio in twine, which ended up being way easier than i expected (i'm sure it helped that i only used one audio sample tho)
faith does contain sexual content, and while not super explicit, it is the main theme of the poem.
anyways hope you enjoy and check out the other entries here!
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your flashlight is a single white line in the dark
until you aim it into the pool
and the light dives, shatters, glides
brings still water to life.
your smile is flickering blue
as you hold my hand.
we take three steps and fly,
and as we break the surface the light leaps in greeting.
when we come up you turn it off, and we are alive
in the dark, together.
@nosebleedclub prompts:July 4: light on the pool
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it is late and i am alone,
sitting on the front porch,
and i wish, more than almost
anything else, that i had someone
that wanted to sit with me.
someone to look at the stars with
on the nights when the weather
is nice and the clouds
feel like sharing their secrets.
someone that will ask me
to stop by the store on my way home
and pick up a couple of bottles
of that champagne that we like.
someone to wake up with
the next morning,
instead of sleeping in,
because a walk in the park
and a sit by a fountain
cures everything, even hangovers.
someone that will share
those kinds of secrets with me.
someone to stop me from arguing
by reaching over and
plucking a few flowers for me.
someone to say, "here,
i know these will make you sneeze,
but i also know you would rather
have them and be sneezy
than not have them at all."
i want someone
for the little moments.
i want someone that gets
that the little moments
aren't little at all.
-mars
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Triolet Poem #7
I love you to infinity.
My heart is never coming back.
It's soaring with tranquility.
I love you to infinity.
No one can ever mimic me.
The blood inside is running black.
I love you to infinity.
My heart is never coming back.
"To Infinity", JEP
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A Gust of Words Vol. 4, 8.20.24
“Irish Woodsman”
@env0writes C.Buck
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With burnished branded battled-axe
I set about my daily tasks
With downcast eyes
Beneath overcast skies
I move about my day
Avoiding those who nay
I’ll break asunder log and strife
To warm my home and wife
Not many come to speak to me
When, in my hand, they see
I go about my day the same
And go home the way I came
The bronzed sky above the clouds
Above my brow and above the crowds
Turns the evening’s yellowed greens
To fields of luster so gold it preens
How beautiful the nature glow
Am I at peace amidst its show?
I walk about without much hesitation
Upon my tongue alliteration
Two weapons tall to always tell
Another fellow ways to Hell
I dare not look upon the sky above
For fear of shit that’s fallen from a dove
No stain upon my lips, my word
No wrath from Heaven sent incurred
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☁️ *.as Gentle as the Clouds.* ☁️
cc~ hair @dogsill / baby hairs @ceeproductions / earrings @liliili-sims4 / blush @saruin / face shine @twisted-cat
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