Where were you
When I couldn’t stand
With your impetuous knocking
On the windows of my mind
In the shadows
It was an impetuous knock on the old wooden door.
It was Margot’s corked shoes tapping.
Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap.
It was the shrill cries of children that weren’t mine.
It was the old tile with its yellow triangles inside blue circles
And the slow boiling blood stripping it clean.
Two quick stream of consciousness type things for the RDP prompt of the day.
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“The ubiquitous silence maybe?”
“Is that why we’re whispering?”
“I guess …”
Trees stretched to the sky, blocking out all but scattered patches of fading sunlight. An absolute stillness settled over the forest cloaking it in a deep harrowing silence. Dina swallowed her breath, scared to draw the forests stoic attention towards the duo. Riza’s skin prickled against the percieved threat of quiet.
“Where are the birds?”
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There’s a man hoarding his words
Cherishing each breath
Snatching it from the air
Dirty fingers shoving between thin lips
As he swallows without tasting
The sour avarice of words unsaid
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When I was a teenager I got the idea to try and start a magazine. It was geared towards music and I failed pretty miserably. I was 17, I didn’t know what I was doing and had little in the way of resources to make it work.
The idea never quite went away. Over the past year or so I’ve found myself thinking about starting something that could showcase the amazing writing and writers I’ve met on this journey. Combine that with the long standing idea of a magazine and you get my latest project.
It’s, what I’m loosely referring to as a literary magazine, Pint Sized Lit. It focuses on poetry and flash fiction with 750 words or less.
The site is still in a little bit of flux but if you have something you’d like to submit please click here