Three Poems by Craig Barker
Three Poems by Craig Barker: “Strained goodbye outside of | a bus station in Baltimore. | Wrote last words on stained window |”
Three Poems by Craig Barker: “Strained goodbye outside of | a bus station in Baltimore. | Wrote last words on stained window |”
(I know, risky right?)
There’s a writing retreat coming up later this year that I want to attend but Read More »Ontario Writers Conference: Crow vs. Raven
– A Poem for Writers – January 15, 2018 A Poem for Writers Know that stories come from the heart, and are only fine-tuned by the mind. Know that you can weave truth into your words, and feel safe in doing so. Know that there is a separation between your writing, and yourself. Know that some days, it will take all… Read More »A Poem for Writers
– Four Poems by Carolyn Grisold –
January 10, 2018
I have never spoken to you in this voice
My real voice
My one and only true voiceRead More »Four Poems by Carolyn Grisold
– Two More Poems by James Brandon – January 10, 2018 Dragon’s Fire It comes out of me like dragon’s fire and I want to push it just a little too far; just far enough that you’d hear me and be like “What?” and burn to a crisp. Sick of Dancing You’re dancing on spider webs. You keep the… Read More »Dragon’s Fire, Sick of Dancing
– Two Poems by James Brandon – January 2, 2018 Between Us Nothing exists, it’s right there, between the something between us So sit down and close your eyes. Close your eyes and look up at the stars. Something is out there in the Nothing between us and to my tongue it tastes like your tongue. … Read More »Two Poems by James Brandon
Here is a writing prompt, a set of seven questions that I was given at the start of my Writing the Self class Read More »Writing Prompt #1
– A Prose Poem by Kat McNichol – December 29, 2017.
It stands blended into the natural world around it, sunk in spots where loamy earth gave way Read More »Abandoned House
– Flash Fiction by Kat McNichol – December 29, 2017 –
Everyone has the potential for violence. You’d be amazed, really. There’s the girl stripping wings off tiny white moths Read More »The Librarian