Written by Andrada Costoiu (chapter two) and B.V. Stratton (chapter three), this joint chapter delves a little into the sibling's past but questions still arise. Resigning himself to trust his "newfound" sister, they make a break to the other side of the island as a last minute escape (as Tom blew their original plan). Lauren [...]
Hello all. My friend, Gabby, is the co-founder of a rising literature magazine called EPTIRE and they are currently accepting submissions for their first magazine edition. EPTIRE is now accepting submissions for poetry, prose, fiction, non-fiction, articles, artwork, and photography. They are a youth-led magazine and are based more politically, as well with a focus [...]
think I am a snowball in hell; I am a barbed leaf in the debris. I make myself empty of your words; they float on my bones
I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— I am the thorn of flowers in your mouth, and the foot of the leaf between the limbs of a small tree halved like quarters, and still dying, I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— Ancestress of loss [...]
catalpa, heart-shaped and boney your daddy died years ago, in redress of his mind, where I leave my fingers on the stone, and I’ll never see him, he is just a rock he is just a worm; you’ve been in my mind but never knew me, I tire; death is half the stradivarius of the [...]
Hello everyone. I have three published poems ("To Accede Into My Own Desires", "Deep in my Heart", and "Beneath") in Variant Literature magazine, specifically in their Second Chance Anthology. My poems are credited under my pseudonym Ellie Onka. You can either order the anthology here or read the free PDF instead. You can find my [...]
So, first off, I want to acknowledge that the topics mentioned may be triggering. This is a content warning as the following information relates to a convicted pedophile and CSA. I also acknowledge that people may feel differently about Poetry Magazine’s actions, so I'm disabling comments on this post. Whether you agree or disagree with [...]
It happened again the dead sea full of dried emotions and the charm to write about withering winters happened again, from my arms to my toe nails with colors and with a paint- brush the knuckles are red due to migraine, the bosoms are sagging due to age. The concept of time throws my memory [...]
. Boxer, can you see through bloodied vision? this conflict born from all of Adam's sons subterfuge meets necessity in life's arena He stands alone who thinks alone homeless who battles indecision and oppression or who stands for his own valour In the clearing where all men may fail, fearless David feigned his madness only [...]
silent to my blood along the bone garden I have known the women, living and dead, eyes seized the one moon, (a ghost sleeps) in my body dissociating a star at my spring bones my garden, my home a sparse death in my hair the wind. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
A View By The Sea .. . The dead die young Ernest Albert Bett your concrete grave is a trough with no pigs yet in it just convolvulus and ivy I stepped across your withered torso the silence of the dogs I walk death in spades around me shadows of oak walk past me Gravelled [...]
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Guilt O' guilty ~ here take my hands, my teeth, my voice! ... In Memory of Jesse Washington (1897 - 1916) I am crawling on my knees rolling in the dust and the cinder ashes of this tragedy, coals to my feet Spittle hanging from my chin my eyes swelling in their shrinking sockets of [...]
Awesome sketches by AuAu, one of them including Tom and Lauren of my collaborative novel project, Identify. They look great, so be sure to give her a follow if you want to stay updated on upcoming work. Ahhh, the classic editor wont ever come back. This time with a bunch of sketches of the new [...]
The following information below are profiles about the main characters in the ongoing novel collaboration, "Identify." I put out a notice about wanting to create a small group of writers who can help finish this story with me. I am hoping this could gather interest for those who want to participate in this collaboration. I [...]
Lauren let out a grunt into the dark cave, legs locking onto Artemis’s; her strength collapsed into the mutant who inhabited her space closely, soon fallen to the death of tenebrous nightfall.
I have recently composed an intro soundtrack to the Identify podcast project I've been working on. For those that do not know, Identify is an ongoing novel collaboration project that delves into a mysterious island that has different uses for people. While the extent of these uses remains unknown, it rather explores the developing relationships [...]
If I was the poet with a thorn in my side, I was; I brought another drop from the gardens on these hands and this body of stone; I ripen in her arms I bleed in the wind to hide like a coward; the moon-born bedsheets call, twisting vines in the thorns of youth until [...]
Such stunning work from AuAu, including the completed Lauren drawing for my Identify novel collaborative project. Be sure to check each drawing out and give her a follow!
Its gonna be a loooong while for me to finish the Alice story, in that one she, emh, you could say, sold her own heart.
On the story I was talking about the last post, its something different. For a start, it is someone elses heart.
“Aurora is such and idiot” well, thats a given. Mmm, I could improve the eyes.
But it is more complex than that, I wont even be able to cover it here… in the interaction between Auroras personalities, you can see things flowing naturally one way, then the leadership deciding to go another.
Aint that, fun? life is so dull and boring, maybe in that undiscovered path… Going back to their relation, earlier times were different, in common terms, Aurora was “way out of her league”, social status, resources, strength, this and that, Aurora kept fighting everyone there as she didnt like it, Auroras Mother…
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As some may or may not know (most likely the latter), I uploaded a track back in February concerning my character, Oktavia, for a role-play my friend, Chris, created. Since then, me and three others of the group formed a band and started creating more music specifically geared to different events that occur in the [...]
I am currently running a podcast that provides an audio reading for Identify, an ongoing collaborative project I’ve been holding on here. I figured that a visual format can limit readership, so I thought audio may help too. I would really appreciate your support and feedback for this podcast. This episode delves into the first [...]
I am a droplet off the sun. A madman huntingTaunting roots of a clockwork rain.© 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Found this in my drafts for a long prose piece I’ve since abandoned. Funny, how looking back, I didn’t see much to it until I recently changed the final line.
In two moons, a pseudoknot is in my blood begging to close about my last breath it wasn’t the echoing of gargoyles in our death-beds wandering our roots taken more by wiles and gutted solstice endless in your eyes I know you’re killing me © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse quadrille [...]
Some more awesome work from the brilliant mastermind, AuAu. Do check it out!
The other day I was about to write a “poem” called ~Hoarder lite~, once upon a time I was a full one, now I notice Im lite, which gets in the middle of the so necessary cleaning that has draaaaaged for years.
Then I want to do it all in one day, impossible, then I just do enough and forget about it, then I want to do something and get a flu, or work, or busy with whatever crap, aaaahhhhh.
Lots of work this past week, I know its a fat-thin cows thing, so I dont complain much. Pigeon matters, the baby squad remains here, baby 2 and 3 are still small, baby number 6, I have released him like five times and still comes back at the end of the day.
Plenty of other stuff… with the so many deaths of friendly birds, and that time of the year…
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