Tag: writing
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Writing Goal
One of my goals for this year is to put together another book. I’ve had a thought for a while that it would be cool to write a book with several micro fiction or vignette type pieces around a central theme or character or event. Starting in Feb/end of Jan I’m going to try and…
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Discomfort
Theres something in the air A murmur Breaking from the sky Electric shocks and torrential downpours Splitting my silk tongue Frayed ends tickle the throat Tie up the lungs Filling the belly with silken worms
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Pen and Paper
As long as I don’t move I pretend no one can see me. I’m a statue, gathering snow. Birds traipse across my table, eyeing my lone piece of banana bread. They examine then flit off to inform their friends. It won’t be long before they descend, all for too sweet artificially flavored bread. My pen…
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Glitch
This is a piece of a draft … but I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve really been able to come up with anything. It started with the email screen. “What … What do you … Do you want?” It spluttered through stalled clicks and flashing screens. It’s happening again. Without another word…
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Poker Face
We’re standing opposite one another. Me and the boy. Me, with insecurities spilling to the pavement and tears running my spirit dry, and the boy, with his faltering understanding and screaming eyes. I draw my lips into the best line I can manage. I quell my tears, reserving them to the well settling in my…
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Here We Are
Stream of thought writing, I guess this is going to be a weekly thing now – Prompt – Inkling Music – Steve Reich – Works 1965-1995 Inkling. It starts with a drop, a spot of ink infecting, spreading in the water. It was all so clear Until You loosed the ink composed of your fear. Now…
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Threads of Gold
I want to lie between the lines. To feel the words moving and sinking, Gnashing and gnawing at the chains binding them so. I want to sink into the crevices between the melodies, The breaths between the chords. To feel the rhythms beating and crashing, Tearing and thrashing at the ropes holding them down. I…
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Numbered Days 4/365
My heart could be filled But truth be told … My days are numbered here. This disease is terminal. The doctors don’t know what to do. “Well,” he says as he raps spindly hands “You can’t stay forever in the land of the damned.” Indeed Father Time. It appears I’ve been diagnosed with life. I…
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What Secrets This Lake Keeps
What secrets this lake keeps When the dark nights rain And it’s just humid enough For the lake to stain With the ghost of clouds That couldn’t quite take flight. There’s a story here Only unfolding in those nights. Billy lives in that mansion across the way. Him, his mistress and a perfect family. He…
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Stupid Plane/Traffic in LA/Writer’s Block
There’s stuff in my head, But it’s trapped, Held together By an epic roadblock. Like the traffic in LA, Which I would know about, If I’d gotten on the stupid plane. Wouldn’t you know it, I love flying. I love staring out the window, Watching the world go by. I think flying over the Italian Alps…
Kelley Farrell 