Big Dreams

Stephanie Bennett-Henry – Progress and appreciation

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Hello, Loves!

The words you see on this page, the passion I put into each one, and the passion I put into Raging Rhetoric as well: this is my dream. Always has been. Since before I can even remember, these words have been spinning around, simmering for a place to plant themselves and call it home. I’m not quite there yet, but it feels like this is home sometimes. Me and my big dreams. I never was able to dream small. I’m usually the one standing back in the shadows, observing someone else chasing dreams. I’ve never really been that brave person who basks in the spotlight of much. But I have been trying different things this year to overcome certain fears, stepping away from my comfort zone. I have done a few things in the past year, behind the scenes, that I haven’t talked about yet. But when I…

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#098– Do These Anti-Gay Preachers Ever Get Tired of Hating?

The Chatty Introvert says there is a thing she doesn’t understand.

The Chatty Introvert

I’ve had the “Make America Straight Again” conference notes stuck in my head after seeing some video snippets from day 1 (The Friendly Atheist has the “lowlights”–shudder).

This is something that’s really bugged me. When I see preachers practically frothing at the mouth about sinners, the gays, feminists, abortion, etc…I have to wonder something.

In fact, I’ve wondered it for the past several years.

Do these guys ever get tired of hating people?

The sheer amount of time and the depth of anger and shouting that tends to occur most of the time from the pulpit makes me wonder. I’ve wondered for years, when hearing preacher after preacher (or pastor, father, etc.) rail against homosexuality, pedophilia, bestiality and other things that I’m sure a great deal of people would never have thought about.

I guess I just can’t understand any of it, not really.

I mean, I keep hearing…

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Alive – Devereaux Frazier

Devereaux Frazier is Alive for the Pride Anthem Challenge.

Brave & Reckless

Regular contributor to Blood Into Ink, sharing my stories about survival and overcoming adversity. I’m also a Guest Barista for Go Dog Go Cafe, a collective of writers in the online community.

My work is regularly featured on, where I was nominated for the May Publication of the Month in 2017. You can also find me on Literary Arts Review and Teen Ink, the latter of which published my poem in their monthly magazine in 2016.

I spend a good deal of my time writing and updating my blog. It’s really one of the few places where I feel free, open, and safe in discussing my life with Aspergers Syndrome. Through blogging I’ve developed as a poet, and have “met” some incredible people through it. I write all the time, even when I probably shouldn’t.

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Election 2020: The Dominance of the Media Narrative

Calico Jack – The dangers of the narrative

The Psy of Life

many of us, I’ve been following the narrative of the 2020 elections. You know:

  • Is she really electable?
  • She needs to smile more!
  • What is she wearing?
  • She would be doing better if she were more likeable!
  • Oh, and that Pete Buttigieg, what a guy!
  • Why isn’t Beto O’Rourke doing better?
  • Of course, Biden is electable!

you see a trend here?

real problem with this media narrative is that it begins to frame our thoughts
on the election and the candidates. It shapes our thoughts. It provides a
parameter for us to conceptualize the elections, candidates, and issues within.

Nuh uh! my favorite drunk uncle slurs his gin laced breath all over me. It might be fer all y’all ding-dang-dumb libels, but fer us tries and trued ‘Mericans, we knowed whut’s in our whuts! That’s whut we means by “Merican except-shon-ill-ism!

In spite of Uncle…

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June 15, 2019 Writing Prompt Challenge: Brave

The Pride Anthem Challenge prompt for 6/15 – Brave

Brave & Reckless

Throughout the month of June, I will be providing a daily writing prompt based on a Pride Anthem.  You can integrate the words of the prompt or any element of the song (or music video) in your piece that creatively inspires you.  Although I strongly encourage pieces that touch on the lived experience of those who identify as LBGTQ, it is not a requirement.

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless, email your prompt inspired pieces to me at .

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

  • # the title of the daily theme
  • #PrideAnthemChallenge
  • @braveandreckless66

or on Instagram by tagging your writing with:

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


You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the…

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Christine Ray – Vulnerable

Brave & Reckless

life offers me bittersweet herbs
i place them on my tongue
wake my taste buds
porcupine in my hands
with trembling heartbeat
stirs tenderness
even as quills
bite skin
droplets of my blood
rise to the surface
i could weep
from the beauty
i could weep
from the pain
i am fiercely vulnerable
there is thunder
in my heart
lightening in
my soul
i am
a perfect storm

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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Brave and Reckless June 2019 Pride Anthem Challenge: Week Two

Week 2 of the challenge

Brave & Reckless

I continue to be blown away by the responses to the Pride Anthem writing prompts and look forward to sharing more of the Instagram responses on Brave and Reckless.

If you missed any of this month’s prompts and would still like to write a poem, a piece of prose, flash fiction, or even make art using any of this week’s prompts, go for it!

To have your response piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless, please email them to me at

To participate via Facebook tag your writing with:

  • # the daily theme
  • #PrideAnthemChallenge
  • @braveandreckless66

To participate via Instagram tag your writing with:

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Love, there was, and desire

He showed himself ready

To slay her dragons

She brought magic and myth

He gave quiet and refuge

She conjured chaos and adventure

Times there were they came so close

To a consummation of joining

But in those pregnant moments

They spoke different languages

Of courtship, wordlessly,

A failure to communicate when

She said, “Chase me, catch me.”

And he said, “Meet me half way.”

They retreated, confused,

The dream of a common language

Thwarted, lost in the waking world.