Read what Schnujo's in Alabama reveals in "Note: Review of Experiencing Spiritual Breakthroughs...". She is going thru a rough patch this period! Give her all the love you've got! |
Every shine which destroys the darkness of others is a holy shine!~ Mehmet Murat Ildan
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We've got so much help and talent at WdC. Check out Max Griffin 🏳️🌈 's "Thoughts on Writing" [NPL] . About Point of View, Plot, Showing, Reviewing, and Fiction Writing. Great essays! Expand your horizon. |
One of the most important things you can do on this earth is to let people know they are not alone. ~ Shannon L. Alder.
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Look what The StoryMistress created on my behalf for the entire community. Spiritual Ganesha: the remover of obstacles and bringer of good luck; the patron of arts and sciences; and the deva of intellect and wisdom. Ganesha is also invoked during writing sessions as a patron of letters and learning. Enjoy! |
I've added a new entry to my book, "Infinite potential" : "In awe!" |
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Still Life with Two Dead Peacocks and a Girl (2018) by Diane Seuss She comes out of the dark seeking pie, but instead finds two dead peacocks. One is strung up by its feet. The other lies on its side in a pool of its own blood. The girl is burdened with curly bangs. A too-small cap. She wanted pie, not these beautiful birds. Not a small, dusky apple from a basket of dusky apples. Reach in. Choose a dusky apple. She sleepwalked to this window, her body led by its hunger for pie. Instead, this dead beauty, gratuitous. Scalloped green feathers. Gold breast. Iridescent-eyed plumage, supine on the table. Two gaudy growns. She rests her elbows on the stone windowsill. Why not pluck a feather? Why lean against the gold house of the rich and stare at the bird's dead eye? The girl must pull the heavy bird into the night and run off with it. Build a fire on the riverbank. Tear away the beautiful feathers. Suck scorched, tough, dark meat off of hollow bones. Look at her, ready to reach. She'd hoped for pie. Meringue beaded gold. Art, useless as tits on a boar. I love this poet. She wrote among other things "Four-legged girl by Diane Seuss" [E], 2015; "Poetry by Diane Seuss" [E], 2018; and I just ordered "Frank, sonnets (2021) and Modern Poetry (2024). Check her out! |
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