Reblog: Memorial 1 and 2, by Stephen McGuinness

1.
Remember
The human.
A curse on
The uniform.
Isn’t it enough that
He is dead?
Torn from his
Mother’s grasp.
Rent asunder,
Ripped,
Shredded,
Buried.
He shall not
Grow old….
As if he had
A choice.
Glorious dead?
There is no glory
In fear, in pain,
In cold wet clay.
They are all the same
These memorials.
Old men cry out
For the next generation
To poison.
2.
Don’t poison my boys
as we were poisoned
with dreams of freedoms
that never occur.
Heroes puddled in blood.
Monuments, graves to visit,
murals to the dead.
The notion that they
can gain by sacrificing
themselves for a nation,
as if any scrap of ground
is worth their beautiful lives.

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Some Thoughts At Fifty — Writing from poetry with a small p.

Stephen McGuinness reflects on turning fifty. Tiny waves, in circles, Ripple the surface, Fading to shimmers, Melting gently into Each other. I am fifty years old. One half century. Fifty years before My birth World War one raged still. We are but specks, floating On an ocean of time. For fleeting instants We brush our fingers Through still water. I am […] via Some Thoughts At … Continue reading Some Thoughts At Fifty — Writing from poetry with a small p.

Book Release Party! Join the author of “Unconfined Delusions,” the latest book from Angela L. Lindseth

Everyone! My friend Angela Lindseth is hosting a Book Release Party! Please visit her blog and Facebook site to help celebrate the release of her book Unconfined Delusions. Just in time for Hallowe’en, Unconfined Delusions will dim your courage and dial up the fear as Angela makes your skin crawl and blows your mind with tales from an alternate universe of the human mind. Take … Continue reading Book Release Party! Join the author of “Unconfined Delusions,” the latest book from Angela L. Lindseth

Writing While Walking, by Stephen McGuinness

Stephen McGuinness makes me happy humans were given the gift of words and thought.  To read more of Stephen’s work, please visit poetry with a small p. “Quiet confounds me. I search through a Clam-tight mind To find something, A thing, a piece, a collection Of words, to explain, To describe, to myself Most of all, what, If anything, is going on. Hush rushes, quietly, Through … Continue reading Writing While Walking, by Stephen McGuinness

On Life: What Does It Mean to Repeal the 8th? — cultureshift

All Life is precious. To march for the right to take life is inimical to healthy society and serves to continue the breakdown of the moral code that sustained human beings since they first learned to live together in groups. The ability to take life without penalty of law is the greatest evil ever perpetrated on civil society. Those who choose to take life in … Continue reading On Life: What Does It Mean to Repeal the 8th? — cultureshift

Strings, by J. A. Allen, Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins

What a beautiful story. The end surprised me.   He remained warm a long time. Warm and still. I lay with my head on his chest, straining to hear the heartbeat that had lulled me to sleep so many times before. Only this time, I wasn’t trying to sleep. I wasn’t tired. I was engulfed: drowning in the tide of arrangements I’d have to make … Continue reading Strings, by J. A. Allen, Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins

On Poetry: Digging in the wrong direction, by Joseph Emerson,

This dark and deep poem from Joseph Emerson comes from the soul and brings to the surface the fears we all have about living life to the fullest without wasting a moment. I scratched and I clawed my way, several feet up intuitive, survival instincts had quickly kicked in, I punched my way through the tamped surface a ghost of a chance, that I’d let … Continue reading On Poetry: Digging in the wrong direction, by Joseph Emerson,

On Poetry: (are we) sprung; from Pleasant Street, Are You Thrilled

Please enjoy this poem by one of my favorite Poets: let us run (hard) it is not yet summer but the sun is burning my shoulder and the clouds hang back waiting for a sign all buds bursting let us not (give up) stay between walls of ivy each caveat they hurl weighs tons–up against daffodils in your sunglasses and tulips–and rose oil dabbed behind … Continue reading On Poetry: (are we) sprung; from Pleasant Street, Are You Thrilled

On Writing: The Basics of Building a Writing Platform — from Author’s Canvas

Please read this excellent advice from Emily Raper on building your writer’s platform, a must for any writer whose goal is to publish a novel, short stories, articles etc. via: Author’s Canvas In nearly every blogging, writing, or publishing how-to list, advice post, or article, you will hear the words “writing platform.”  For people who know exactly what this is and exactly how to build … Continue reading On Writing: The Basics of Building a Writing Platform — from Author’s Canvas

Rhythm and the Fear of Death — Writing from poetry with a small p.

By Stephen McGuinness I feel my footsteps Count down days With chimed strokes Resonant, reflective. A sinus wave hearbeat Synchronous vibrations of Train beaten whispered Words on tracks. Calm, a balm, a salve. Chantors: ancient haunting Mantras, dripped holy oils. Smoke in tendrils, lifting, Rising: one, two, three, Expectant tension then Reassuring: four, exhale To begin once more. Repetition, confirmation, prediction. We seek out rhythm, … Continue reading Rhythm and the Fear of Death — Writing from poetry with a small p.

February 7th 2018 — Writing from poetry with a small p.

By Stephen McGuinness Hanging yellow smoke, Remnant of blue coal Fire, retreats, yields ground To offered stars, becoming Magnificent in abundance. Time, slowed with motion, Allows a reluctant sun, Lazy with sleep, to Couple with a blind, Impatient world. Warmed colours run, then, Easily into one another. Streaks of glaring light Shower brazen stripes Over bleached winter streets Burdened with yawned Traffic, ploughing heavily Towards … Continue reading February 7th 2018 — Writing from poetry with a small p.

Rain on my Face — Writing from poetry with a small p.

It isn’t until I read Stephen’s poetry that I realize how dry and dull life can be without words like his to lift the heart, or make one cry, as the case may be. He has never yet failed to bring a smile to my face or tears to my eyes. Few people are as gifted as Stephen McGuinness. Fine, cold rain paints my face. … Continue reading Rain on my Face — Writing from poetry with a small p.

Social Media Day: Writers Helping Writers

Today is social media day for Whisper of an Angel by Lorah Jaiyn. Her novel is available now. Congratulations, Lorah! You’ve made all would-be Authors proud. Good luck 🙂 Available Now: https://goo.gl/fihFfA Sometimes second chances start with four paws. In the small town of Marshall Glen, Sofia retreats from life following the death of her husband. Six-year-old Kady lives in foster care and hasn’t spoken … Continue reading Social Media Day: Writers Helping Writers

The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 7, by Anna Dobritt

. The adventure continues!     Chapter 7 With few cars in the Clinic parking lot, Lennie parked near the entrance. The receptionist smiled in greeting. “Hi Lennie. It’s been a while since you’ve been here.” “Yep. Which is a good thing, in my opinion. Is Dr. Mays free? I’m a Keeper and my charge here needs to get checked out.” […] via The Archivist — … Continue reading The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 7, by Anna Dobritt

The Archivist, Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 6, by Anna Dobritt — Author

Please enjoy the sixth installment of Anna Dobritt’s exciting series! Chapter 6 Lennie flung open the door of Nickie’s room and flipped on the light. “Let’s go! It’s almost seven-fifteen. The sooner you get up, the sooner we get to the Clinic and get that out of the way!” Nickie opened her eyes, forgetting for a moment where she was. She flung back the blanket […] … Continue reading The Archivist, Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 6, by Anna Dobritt — Author

The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 5, by Anna Dobritt – Author

Great story and writing by Anna Dobritt! Chapter 5 At the apartment, Nickie changed into sweatpants and a tank top, before putting her new clothes away. Finished, she went to the living room. Seated on the couch, she lit a cigarette. I can’t believe I’m living in an apartment now. She watched the smoke drift away. Lennie seems like a nice […] via The Archivist — … Continue reading The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 5, by Anna Dobritt – Author

The Archivist Lenara Lenquil Adventures, Chapter Four, by Anna Dobritt

The adventure continues! The wind picked up as the rain moved closer. Scraps of paper and debris swirled in the street. Lennie kept an eye on the buildings to either side. People living in them could dart out into the street for whatever crazy reason. At the end of the road, she turned left, drove along […] via The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter … Continue reading The Archivist Lenara Lenquil Adventures, Chapter Four, by Anna Dobritt

The Archivist Lenara Lenquil Adventures, Chapter Three, by Anna Dobritt

The third chapter from Anna’s exciting series! Chapter 3 Outside, traffic had increased. “I think I’ll take the secondary streets.” The clouds were darker and heavier the smell of rain carried by the breeze. “Looks like we’ll be getting some rain.” On the drive to the river a dark red car with tinted windows kept close. Definitely not a police car, I […] via The Archivist … Continue reading The Archivist Lenara Lenquil Adventures, Chapter Three, by Anna Dobritt

Time to Write and Word Count, by Anna Dobritt — Author

Reblogged from Anna Dobritt – Author   Time to Write and Word Count No matter your mood, you need to keep those creative juices flowing. Like exercise is good for the body, writing every day is an exercise for your mind. This means you need to sit at the keyboard or pick up a pen and put something down. Set a goal […] via Time to … Continue reading Time to Write and Word Count, by Anna Dobritt — Author

Write Tight

Re-blogged from Cafe Reading Site. You don’t need the exclamation point if you convey your thought well enough in words. That is my goal. In my 90K word novel, I have no exclamation points. Let your characters’ actions speak for themselves. Keep your exclamation points under control. You are allowed no more than two or three per 100,000 words of prose. If you have the … Continue reading Write Tight

Reblog: The Archivist– Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 1, by Anna Dobritt

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Chapter 1 An insistent knock on the door broke Lenara Lenquil’s concentration. “If the Archives aren’t on fire, you better have one hell of a reason for bothering me!” The knob turned and Brant Grellan entered, a young woman at his side. “Good afternoon, Lennie. Still working on the Callan Journal?” “Yep. About halfway finished. I need to… Continue reading Reblog: The Archivist– Lenara Lenquil Adventures — Chapter 1, by Anna Dobritt

Reblog from The Sea Berry

bless / witness i am blessed to bear witness to these moments when my students unravel themselves before me. whether consciously or as a result of their playful, unconscious instinct – they douse me with their light spirit, momentary fears, their honesty. my wonder is unceasing as they tap dance around me with their whole hearted purity and […] via bless / witness — The Sea … Continue reading Reblog from The Sea Berry

Re-Blog: Elegy for a Drowned Girl

Exquisitely painful and beautiful. For a moment, echoes over the ocean sound your obituary — these jagged cliffs are your gravestones, and perhaps the algae the rolling waves offer to the shoreline is the water’s apology. For sending your casket deep into the corals. For seasoning the ocean salty with your panic. For surging your lifeless limbs away from […] via Elegy for a Drowned Girl … Continue reading Re-Blog: Elegy for a Drowned Girl