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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.
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:
wonderous specks
by Deb
the pressure builds
the flash fantastic
the massive bright
flight through infinity
in our small and smug self view
we swallow the matrix pill
believe we can control
anything, everything
and yet, when finally we see
how truly incredible
the incredulous fact of our being
we can become content
to do our best and be our best
waiting for energies ride
the explosion, inevitable demise
and embrace our fragile fleeting
destiny
by dot
I struggle to break free from the inertia
wanting change and something better or easier
or at least new
wanting to escape boredom and repetition
that threaten to suck me in and swallow me whole
so I pull and I twist and I wish upon a star
Again, I am pulled in to the center of this orbit
away from roads leading outwards
and, again, I remember that I
was meant to be here and my time
hasn't yet come.
Soon.
Again, patient.
In my own orbit.
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