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Category: Prompts and Poetry
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Throwback Post Pick is a weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works – no matter the naivete they reflect – and revel in the making of progress! So come, TBT with me! Identity crisis. This is something that I have struggled with since I was first in my double digits. Perhaps…
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Writer’s Quote Wednesday is a weekly feature where I delve into famous writer’s words of wisdom and share how I have interpreted the meaning for my own creative endeavors to maybe help inspire yours! In its entirety this Virginia Woolf quote goes: Some people turn to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.…
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Throwback Post Pick is a weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works – no matter the naivete they reflect – and revel in the making of progress! So come, TBT with me! This week’s “piece” of good news is Silver Spoon Consumed. A piece who’s style – at least to me…
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A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works – no matter the naivete they reflect – and revel in the making of progress! Perception is an interesting thing. It is unique to the beholder who’s eyes will convey one meaning well your own would work to convey another. It is something…
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A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works – no matter the naivete they reflect – and revel in the making of progress! The beautifully atmospheric art of Jessica Durrant was the inspiration for this weeks throwback piece pick (for more of her art just click here!) And much like the…
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A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works – no matter the naivete they reflect – and revel in the making of progress! This week’s post pick is Loud Silence. Quite a personal piece, I wrote in in a rather struggling time in my life, one that I’m not quite sure…
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A weekly feature where I fling open the vaults of past works – no matter the naivete they reflect – and revel in the making of progress! Today’s piece is a poem, a piece inspired by the art of Daniel Taylor! There is nothing that I love more than to expose myself to various styles,…
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Running, running, running… The night is pitch, a blanket of darkness that engulfs the landscape and blinds those who dare to tread. Don’t go out after dark they say for even that which is known becomes strange. They want to scare us, to keep us away, but away from what? The darkness cannot hurt you…
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No, this isn’t going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer’s and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more…
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I’m fighting to understand this thing that surrounds me. It is my responsibility, my soul obligation. No one can take care of it the way that I can. No one can love or nurture it for me. It is my birthright…yet I have no gift for its care. I take this honor for a…
