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Experimental works, prompts, mostly raw and new writing. A place to hang them while they dry.
The Writing Vein
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I have a submissions calendar page. These are culled from P&W, Duotrope, CRWOPPS, emails and friends. Feel free to add the Google calendar in its entirety to your calendar or add specific events.
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2 comments:
envelop
by dot
your ash covers me
threatens to smother me
makes my breathing hard
makes the cars stop
the planes won't fly
we try to harness you
to build over you
to go around you and deny
your power
to ignore you
but as we grow and sprawl
as we multiply in numbers
as we take and extort
and ignore the subtle or not
so subtle rumblings
you don't sleep
you wait for the moment
you wait, you warn us
if we listen, if we try
we can hear you
your beauty envelops me
changes sunlight to dark
blues and greens become muted gray
your power your breath
I stand in awe
of volcanoes and fathers
by Deb
i remember when
after weeks of
watching, waiting
daily news updates
thrill following each lone puff
she erupted finally
giving way to the pressures
insides expelled, exposed
her ashes circleing the earth
you and rosemary
and your unlikely timing
accidental visitors with
free admission to the show
after the blast
reality suspended
we all wondered could this be true
then found ourselves on larch mountain
perched precarious, breathless watching
horror and wonder
power and destruction
beauty and devastation
much like your relationships
each new infatuation
exploding the previous heart
leaving in your desertion
dispair or fury, while i held
the ashes in my confused hands
now, two years since your passing
i think of the new cloud
ashes circleing and choking
and my broken heart revisits
you and rosemary, and how
i never saw the attraction
but tried dutiful respect
and she in her pain or spite
couldn't contain the pressures
and i am refused the comfort of your ashes
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