Patricia Harris writes to the “Moon Ate The Dark” challenge
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites, including coffee house writers. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is half of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. Her collection of writings include a memoir, children’s books, and poetry.
The Writer’s Workshop at Go Dog Go Cafe
I wanted to take this opportunity to invite you all to join me Saturday of next week as we start the Writer’s Workshop at Go Dog Go Café. Get your pencils and your prose ready and come prepared to be challenged and have fun.
(44 words. Never start with “I” and every knows this is the Go Dog Go Café. Needs tightening. I am cringing reading it out loud. Never a good sign.)
Join me on Saturday of next week for challenging fun as the Writer’s Workshop is kicked off here in the cafe with the inaugural prompt. Don’t forget to sharpen your pencils and be prepared to sharpen your prose.
(38 words. Starts with “you”…better, but still clunky. Needs stronger verbals. “Kick off” is a mixed metaphor…we have a baseball theme. “Inaugural” is wrong imagery…feels political. Passive tense “is kicked off” should be changed to…
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Christine Ray – New Love Adventure
I have always loved
the first time
with a new lover
the sense of adventure
experiencing their skin
for the first time
lining up our curves
exploring how our bodies
I have always loved
running my hands
over a new lover’s
inquiring about scars and tattoos
constellations of freckles
with a trailing finger
seeing what shapes emerge
reading the history
of a body
I have run my hands over
skin taut with youth
flush delicate and pink
I now tangle my fingers
in salt and pepper hair
memorize laugh lines
observe how the passing of time
gathering of experience
both softens someone’s edges
while simultaneously revealing
© 2016 Revised 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Christine Ray – A foray into Fan Fiction
I have a confession to make. I have a fondness for Fan Fiction and back in the early 2000’s I even tried my hand at writing Lord of the Rings fanfiction. These pieces have rarely seen the light of day, but sometimes a writer has to take some risks. . .
It was a perfect early spring morning. The last of winter’s snow melted in small frosty puddles, leaving patches of fresh mud along the forest floor. Underneath a bed of autumn’s fallen leaves, fresh blades of grass poked through with determination in sprigs of bright green. The air was fragrant with the smell of fresh earth and the earliest of spring buds. Sun dappled weak golden rays through the trees, giving the copse of trees a soft glow. The air was starting to warm slightly, reminding the forest of the lazy, fertile summer days that were ahead.
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Calico Jack – The Narcissist In Chief versus The Virus
I think we all had a we’re so fucked momentas the Ol’ Pussy Grabber’s remarks at his lie-and-lie-some-more event at the White House in which he lied to the American people about the coronavirus and the US response to the impending disaster. It’s funny. Most people will experience an adjustment reaction when faced with a disaster as great as a deadly pandemic. The Ol’ Pussy Grabber just remains flaccid, which is the generous way of describing the appointment of Mother “the highest breasted queen to ever grace Blair House (allegedly) Pence as covfefevirus czar.
The term adjustment reaction denotes a combination of the stress response and compensatory adaptive mechanisms that characterize the behavior of an individual who experiences disruptive life events, usually of an unpleasant nature, according to StellaChess and MahinHassibi.
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Who will decide when the time is “right”?
“She found herself in a world full of men. Watching them slowly destroy all her plans,”
–The Angel and the Fool, Broken Bells
You can be anything you want baby girl.
I tucked a blonde wisp behind her ear and smiled at her. I believed it to my core. My brilliant, stubborn daughter. The world was an endless landscape for her to navigate. I would raise her to be independent and confident and to fight her way through anything that stands in her way. This was my vow as her mom.
Years later she placed her hand over mine as we cast a vote for the first woman president. My teenage son leaned in and placed his hand on top. His enthusiasm caught me by surprise, making emotions catch in my throat. The moment felt important. It felt like hope.
We all know what happened next.
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Christine Ray shares a remembered song.
Revisiting some of my daily songs from the early days of Brave and Reckless. Hope you enjoy.
Just four words
That I must ask of you
They’re not just words
‘Cause they show all my love for you
All my certainty
Forever will not fade
The soothing sound
Of your first with my last name
Twelve hundred days
It lifted me down on one knee
Thank you for loving all
I’ll never be
Cause when I look in your eyes
I see our baby’s first steps on her own
And the front porch lights
They light the way to lead me home
‘Cause your hands they heal my body
And your voice is so sweet to my mind
I don’t want another day without you
Will you forever be mine
I asked your fathers permission for your hand
And I promise right beside you is where…
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Goff James takes up the “Moon Ate The Dark” challenge
Goff James is a grumpy eccentric who, in the darkness of night, plays with words and tries to write poetry.
You can read more of Goff’s writing at Art, Photography and Poetry
A beautiful review of Kindra M. Austin’s “Heavy Mental” by Nicole Lyons
“Two new lungs
inflate within my beaten chest.
I watch the rise and fall;
my eyes are like an infant’s, opened
for the first time,
and I want to see.”
- Kindra M. Austin, The Rise and Fall
“You don’t like what
and I’m the one who
- Kindra M. Austin, Disintegration
“The sun remains
godlike in the firmament,
and I can still love the warmth on my face.”
- Kindra M. Austin, Butter Yellow, Unmelting
Within the pages of Heavy Mental, Kindra Austin lies, and lays her heart out for all of the world to feast. And feast, we do, on this, the pinnacle of her soul’s work.
To say that Heavy Mental has catapulted Austin and her work into the same literary sphere as Plath or Cohen or Atwood is as true as the sky above and our souls below. And I, a ride or die fan…
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