EMBALMED WITH DESPAIR

HASTY – Smothered in fog

HASTYWORDS

It’s the kind of fog

that stole my breath

Thick and shadowy

Dark skulking movements

that stuck to my skin.

Ominous and dangerous

It held the memory

of every broken scream

I hated this kind of fog

And for the longest time

It’s the only kind I knew

It swallowed the sun

leaving me isolated, afraid

In a state of unholy detachment

that measured me for death

and embalmed me with despair

There was a time that the fog was ALL I could feel. A nightmare house filled with shadows and taunting Jesters. Dark conjurors of manipulation and deceit. It was filled with false memories of delusion and self sabotage.

In that fog I fight a war against an invisible enemy. A war that can’t be won but can be survived. The fog is a part of who I am. It’s not the only thing I am.

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I Cry In Hearts

Christine Ray – Color of pain

Brave & Reckless

i cry in hearts
they fall into
my open palms
slip gently between
my cupped fingers
before falling into
the chipped basin
I keep just for them
the hearts I cry
are mostly crimson
some are hibiscus
they merge together
like watered down blood
against the delicate
floral pattern
they stain the ancient china
and my fingers
no amount of scrubbing
removes this hue
revealing to all
the color of my pain

© 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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Daily Writing Prompt: Goodnight Moon

The Daily Writing Prompt for 7/16 – Goodnight Moon

Brave & Reckless

Throughout the month of July, I will be providing a daily writing prompt based on the title of a beloved Children’s book. These are designed to inspire you to write a poem, prose piece, or a piece of flash fiction in 30 minutes or less.

Let your creativity go wild!  The only rule is that you use the book title as your piece title OR that you integrate all the words in the title into your piece somehow

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless, email your prompt inspired pieces to me at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com .

You can also participate on Facebook by tagging your writing with:

  • # the daily book title
  • #kidsbookchallenge
  • @braveandreckless66

or on Instagram by tagging your writing with:

You can also share your response pieces in the comments below.

goodnight moon

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Why Just Men?-Devereaux Frazier

At The Go Dog Go Cafe, Devereaux Frazier has burning questions

Go Dog Go Café

Sundown fast approaching

Thunderstorms left huge puddles behind

Mud splatters thick on jeans

And time seems to recognize none of us

It’ll happen tomorrow or next week

It could happen tonight

No matter how much we prepare, it’s as if

They never even cared

Floodwaters sweep away our beloved

Lightning snaps our families out of existence

And politics seems to normalize death,

sorrow, and sadness

They want to make us comfortable

With the darkness, the sense of guiltlessness

Necessary to rape the world of everything

Worthy

Ignorance is never bliss, but every tweet

Instagram post, and Snapchat streak

Is a dying kiss to a planet long gone

Ecosystems are shit, look at me, look at me

People are dying because of our laws

The same ones that claim to make men free

But which men? And why just men?

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Where the Sidewalk Ends- Paula Puolakka

Paula Puolakka cautions about Wher The Sidewalk Ends

Brave & Reckless

Where the sidewalk ends,
there is the unknown.
Where the sidewalk ends,
begins the reality of Lord of the Flies.
Where the sidewalk ends,
you have to decide:
is it G-d or the Devil
you are going to serve,
and what is the price?
Where the sidewalk ends,
“me, myself, and I,”
the solitary combo
is the only thing we can rely on
like Mr. Kaczynski was forced
to depend on himself,
alone,
when publicly slandered
and forsaken by all.
Where the sidewalk ends,
we will hopefully find
the same comfort
as Mr. Wittgenstein
when he was living in
his cabin in Norway,
and at the end of the line
we could also state:
Tell them I’ve had a good life.


Paula Puolakka is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and Ideas.) This summer she is the remote participant of the poetry workshop held by Rural Oklahoma…

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How to join Whisper & the Roar or submit guest writing

The Whisper And The Roar is recruiting writers.

Whisper and the Roar

Are you a fan of exceptional writing? Are you a writer of poetry, prose and micro fiction?  Do you consider yourself a feminist?

Whisper and the Roar is currently recruiting new Collective Members as well as guest writers and putting the call out for previous Whisper writers to submit again

Submission Guidelines for Whisper and the Roar:

  • Send a short piece (poetry or prosetry) of your original writing (PDF or Word) attached to an email that includes your real name as well as the name you publish your writing under.  Although we prefer previously unpublished work, we will consider published work as long as it has ONLY been published on a blog. You must own the rights to any work you submit to Whisper and the Roar
  • Include a very short biography that includes a link to your website/social media site where readers can go to read more of your writing.
  • Please…

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The Velveteen Rabbit – Georgiann Carlson

Georgiann Carlson – Well loved rabbits

Brave & Reckless

you see
rabbits can come into one’s life
at any time
you don’t have to be young
to have a rabbit
you can be very old indeed
because rabbits go where they are needed
since they are love
with two long ears
and a fluffy tail
rabbits can be made out of anything
and they can even wear clothes
some rabbits who come to us
are very beautiful
bright and perfect
but my rabbit
well
she started out that way
but now
she’s a bit worn in places
and her fur is kind of gone
but only in spots
sometimes
that’s the price rabbits
pay for loving us
all the hugs and kisses
just wear them out
but I think
that makes them more lovely
because really
what could be
more beautiful
than a rabbit
who is well loved


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist…

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