I Know You

Stephanie Bennett-Henry – Same journey

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

You don’t know me, but you do. I don’t know you, but I am you. Maybe we have never met, but we are the same. I know you. I have walked in your shoes at times and yes, you have also tried mine on a time or two, walked the same path, felt the way it hurts when those shoes become uncomfortable as we outgrow pair after pair. This path… love, this path… it’s not always smooth, is it? Sometimes it gets a little rough, cracks and crumbles along the middle, and other times, it breaks, like an earthquake showing up to say, “go the other way” just before that path falls out from under you and you fall too. I have fallen like that, face first into lessons I never wanted to learn, but I learned. Feels like being force fed lessons found in my own medicine sometimes and…

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Happy Holidays: nothing’s changed

Kindra M. Austin – Well trained

Kindra M. Austin

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And these are the days I need to scream;

the sound, a miscarriage at the top of my throat.

So I swallow the rotten, add to the echoes in my stomach.

I am bloated. I am bleeding to death from inside out. I drink blood

thinners to speed up the process. Such a long process, you would know.

You trained me well.


© 2019 Kindra M. Austin

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Present and glad

TheFeatheredSleep – There is power and joy in the simple, “I am, now.”

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We talk about the past

I used to like talking about the past

it was a favorite drink warming my hands

when Winter first called

this time what has gone before now feels

sad and heavy like wet wool blanket left to dry

in insufficient heat

it leaches the warmth from my lavender bones

I feel sorrow and weighted down by metal reminder

who was that girl? Who absorbed

grief and laid it on her arms in shapes and symbols

to be read years later by Rune interpreter

did she really? Think she had no worth

so much so the days became years and the pain

soaked so much of her blood she longed to eat

meat

you craved her up and steaming you fed on her

badly wound lassitude

she forgot herself as she pretended

love means forgiving time and time again

she forgot, she was worth something

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Woman in Black – Donna Matthews

Donna Matthews – Days clamoring for attention

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My imperfect moment made perfect…trying to capture my artwork when he crawls into the frame.

A perfect juxtaposition of my day 🍁
The morning air crisp, the sky an impossible blue, the wind undressing trees in swirls around my yard. It’s a curious matter…our insistence and comfort in the idea of things remaining the same. We settle into summer only later to find ourselves watching the colorful autumn dance and wondering what happened.

But what of our days without movement? Without polarity? Without extremes? It’s these extremes that wake us up from the slumber of monotony. What of your day without hunger satiated by the joy of sweet or savory daily bread? What of cold feet without the coziness of a warm blanket? And of the deeper, darker moments of anxiety…her claws removed by a strong, loving embrace? Most assuredly we’d be bored to tears…reduced to stagnant souls in upright…

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The Museum of Intangible Things – Georgiann Carlson

Georgiann Carlson – If you have the eyes to see

Brave & Reckless

the Museum of Intangible Things
isn’t for everyone
you have to be able to see farther
than you usually do
be able to look past what you can see
with the eyes you already have
if you can’t do that
all you’ll see are large
blank
white
canvases
if you can see
you will look upon
the true nature of
love
and kindness
you’ll recognize
generosity
and laughter
joy and beauty
you will be able to
see into the heart of
nature
there’s a whole room
dedicated to magic
one for dreams
and another that will show you
where music goes
once it has been released
one of the most popular rooms
and the most frightening
has no agenda
it simply shows each individual
who and what they are
the Museum is an exciting place
to visit
just be sure to give yourself
enough time
to see everything


I’m an…

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Everything, Everything – Georgiann Carlson

Georgiann Carlson – Getting everything

Brave & Reckless

I always wanted everything
everything there was
even Freddie Mercury
wanted it all
and he wanted it NOW
there’s no reason not to have it all
no reason not to have everything
that’s a mistake
most people make
they don’t expect to have everything
some don’t feel they deserve
to have everything
it’s not about all of that
if you want something
you just have to take it
everything’s right there in front of you
laid out like a never-ending banquet
all you have to do
is step up with your plate
and take everything you want
that’s what life is truly all about
it’s about having everything


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the…

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Poets of SMITTEN Interviews: Erin King

SMITTEN poet, Erin King – “When writing these I wasn’t thinking politically or even socially. I was a woman lusting after another woman. It was definitely a micro level thing. No lofty aspirations here.”

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Erin King lives in southeastern Pennsylvania. Interests include creating fiber art, jewelry making, and the outdoors.  She lives with her partner of eight years.

What made you interested in submitting for SMITTEN?

It was a incident of timing, really.  Like once a decade I’ll go on a poetry writing binge.  There’s this feeling that something is under my skin, that something needs to be expressed.  That’s when I write.  This coincided nicely with SMITTEN, and it’s such an amazing project.  I feel so fortunate to be included.
Since SMITTEN’s launch what’s your response been from others?
  Feedback has all been positive.  One of my male friends said my work was hot.  I’m not one to say hooray about the male gaze on lesbian objects but I didn’t mind; that’s what I was going for in these two poems.  
When writing were you thinking about the political implications…

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Our Banquet

Christine Ray – The Feast

Brave & Reckless

the world can feel
a deprivation chamber
silent
cold
comfortless
our bed
a place of abundance
private banquets served
where we shall
taste with our skin
read with our hands
swallow with our eyes
feel with our breath
hear with our hearts
lay us down on
sheets like golden tablecloths
our bodies moving
together
a fluid tide
rising, cresting like
wine overflowing
our goblets
flowing out
to join cherry seas

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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Week Three: An Unquiet Mind Writing Prompt Challenge

Christine Ray – The Unquiet Mind challenge – Week 3

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This November Brave and RecklessGo Dog Go Café, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen are teaming up to host An Unquiet Mind Writing Prompt Challenge. At the beginning of each week, we will provide daily writing prompts inspired by titles of memoirs and novels that explore life with mental illness.

We will also provide the Goodread links for the book prompts if you would like to explore any of the titles in greater depth.

Although these prompts are designed to inspire you to write a poem, prose piece, piece of flash fiction, or art in 30 minutes or less, we realize these prompts may be difficult for some readers. We sincerely apologize if any of the prompts are triggering for you.

The only rule is that you use the book title as your piece title OR integrate all the words in the title into your piece somehow. …

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