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Monday poet Spotlight : DW Storer
It’s my pleasure to introduce you to a wonderful artist. He was so nice and gave me a wide variety for you to read.
D W Storer
Author and poet
Born October 1966 in Mitcham , Surrey – currently residing in Exmouth, Devon
– Even the most ordinary can lead to the most extraordinary inspirations –
as a writer I tend to mix prose and verse to illustrate scenes , moods, emotions-
works range through the spectrums of dark nihilism, paganism, humour, and even children’s poetry books
Heretical in religious views, pagan, lover of classical history and forteana
Prefers classical music and jazz
published works – all available on Amazon
The Key of the Storm
Poems Without A Home
The Recusant Who Never Recanted
The Myth of Age And Time
Over The Seas and Far Away
For children – the Blue Ted’s Adventures series
Blue Ted’s Seven Sleeps ‘Till Christmas
Blue Ted’s Easter and Other Tales
Blue Ted’s Seaside Adventures
Blue Ted’s Halloween Adventures
Blue Ted’s Snowy Days Adventures
Blue Ted’s Viking Adventures
Blue Ted Meets The Aliens
Grunkle’s Book Of Bottom Burps
Works in progress
The Lady In White – pagan / wiccan poetry
The Diary Of A Madman – poetry dealing with depression and mental illness
D W Storer has performed in many London recitals of poetry with theatre groups and spends his time, when not writing, mostly staring at clouds, waves, trees, and rocks
He can be found on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/dwstorerauthor
and on Amazon
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Darren-Storer/e/B008JDJ04M
Tell me a story
Today I think I want you to tell me a story. So I know how hard that is so I will ask questions to help. Hey, consider it a birthday present.next wednesday is my big day.
1.) Who is the story about? This is the most important part. Without a who, the story really will fall flat.
2.) What is the story about? Here is the reason, the details of it.
3.) When does the story take place?
These are three questions that every writer asks themselves with every story. Plot issues can be fixed in editing…but without these three answers the story doesn’t happen.
Submit your story. Email it to patti.mouse@gmail.com. I will feature the best one here on a future blog post. Also…you want to be a featured poet…email me with an example of your work to be considered.
Temporary Temporals
How fleeting life can be. A string of moments, all connected with something called a lifespan. I recently got news about a friend who is fighting cancer. It hit harder than I ever could have expected any news to hit. She is younger than me. And it feels damned unfair. Now mind you, as usual, she has it under control. She has always had it under control.
It seems like it is easy to react from outside of a situation with righteous indignation, and fear. Those two emotions cause us to fail to see the weight we put on the one inside with each question. Sometimes, it would be kinder to just be an ear.
It’s hard to be just an ear when we want to scream frustration. It will pass but what damage do you do to those around you as you fight to calm yourself down?
That is the stage I am in. I am fighting to remind myself that this too shall pass. It is not about me, and I have to learn how to be there for her. I have to not let my own fears come between me and supporting her. It is Damned Unfair, but life is not about what is fair. It is about learning, loving, and creating. So I wish for all of you…
May you love deeply,
May you learn happily,
And may you always
be able to create beauty!
Monday poet spotlight : J. Reese
So I really want to introduce you to the most amazing author. Poetry is admittedly not her primary vehicle. She writes lovely stories, and makes awesome clay art. She is way more organized than I will ever be… And I had to pester her to be here(nah actually not much…. She was just shy). So let’s show her some love!
Jess Reece was practically born with a pen in her hand. As a teenager and young adult, she won various local writing awards for her poetry and short fiction. Jessica’s goal is to draw her readers into worlds that are as real to them as they are to her, and have them fall in love with her words. She also writes nonfiction, using her skills to mentor adult survivors of childhood abuse and trauma – healing that pain, sometimes decades old, through creative writing and storytelling.
You can find Jess on the interwebs at these places :
Facebook : http://bit.ly/2LSNQtL
Twitter : https://twitter.com/justjessblog
And last, but not least her Instagram is : https://www.instagram.com/jessreece_authorartist/
Go show her some love!
Friday poetry prompts
1.) Write a Haiku about a shoe.
2.) Use two of these words in one poem:
Religion, Angel, Dust, sanity, sin, knife, bleed
3.) Freestyle prompts
Dreary, educate, joy, spark, flame, ball, coffee, book, vape, cloud
Send me your poetry here! For a chance to be featured on my Monday poetry.
Ciúnas
Words have power… Sometimes more than we realize. Take the title of this post for an example. It is a Gaelic word for silence. Yet, when spoken silence is broken.
Too many times we speak with no regard for those who hear. We react to our own version of things. It is a flaw in how human beings are made. We are tender underneath. We react when we are in pain, and we are not always nice. I, myself, have been guilty of this. If I were honest, the only regrets I have in life were just that. Speaking from a place of my own pain, without consideration for who I may have hurt in the process.
This quote has been popping up in my life a lot lately. Though I don’t know who said it. It has made me think. Yes, I am crazy. The muddled mind of a half mad poet and all…. But I don’t try to be cruel. I make mistakes. I apologize. But I also try to learn. I am trying to practice ciunas. The silence. The pause.
Some days I need to practice it so I don’t hurt me. Your inner voice is just as easily able to harm as your outer voice can. Only there it just adds to the bleeding. I think that is the hard part… Silencing that damn inner voice.
I struggle with mine. I know that my friends see me as better than I see myself. I asked for a gift for my birthday this year. It will be in two weeks on the thirteenth. I asked for my friends and family to tell me what they liked about me and what irked them. I got five comments. One was a joke (I think, with the guy in question it may have been serious) about more “nekkid pics.” Two couldn’t think of an irksome quality. The other two… Well both of them said the only thing that irked them about me was my self doubt. Self doubt is one of any artist’s sharpest blades.
I think that I am going to try to pack mine in the back of the drawer. It is time to be the artist who I was meant to be. I will today tell the inner voice “Ciúnas! ” and I suggest that you do the same.
Poet spotlight
Hi! This is another spotlight on my amazing poet friends. Today I want to introduce Kim D. Bailey.
When I asked her for a poem to use to introduce her to you all she sent me this powerful piece, which she told me had been published in a blog. I was so tickled that she agreed to be introduced to you all. Her work is often powerful and has a strong voice throughout it.
How To Help
by Kim D. Bailey
When momma cooked supper I washed
the dishes, while my sister dried, caressing
them like a crystal ball, and we saw
our unmapped futures. Unrequited.
Babies are made this way, we clench
our teeth hold our breath hope for more, sometimes
less. We got what we prayed for, more
than we expected. Nonrefundable.
Momma can’t wash the dishes anymore.
We wring our hands, howl at windmills, feel
the earth fall upon our skin; it clings like
molasses until we are face down. Asphyxiated.
I try to help. My words are sucked
away, my breaths are shallow. A
mountain has formed in the curve of
my spine. My chest is gravel. Scatter
me on fields of
cotton, clothe the world.
Kim D. Bailey is a 2016 Pushcart Nominee for nonfiction, and a 2018 Best of the Net Nominee for poetry. She is published in several online and print journals and in audio, including but not limited to Firefly Magazine, Tuck Magazine, The Scarlet Leaf Review, Writer’s Digest, Anti Heroine Chic, The Song Is, The 52 Men Podcast, and Tupelo Press. Kim was a columnist for Five 2 One Literary Magazine from June 2016 to October 2017, writing to Breaking the Legacy of Silence. She has also held editorial positions with Firefly Magazine and Sick Lit Magazine. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two dogs.
Poetry Monday
Remember when I saw that I know many talented poets? Here is a wonderful poet, D. Gabrielle Jensen.
D. Gabrielle Jensen is an artist of many mediums but words are a life-long passion. A traditional Bachelor’s degree education in English and Creative Writing from Colorado State University-Pueblo led to more than a decade as a freelance web content creator, music reviewer, author, and poet. When she is not writing, she is bringing art to the world through cosmetology, jewelry design, and photography. She loves things that begin with the letter “C” – coffee, cats, conversation, cities, concerts, crowds, chaos – and things that don’t – airports, traveling, other humans, macro photography, urban decay, macro photography of urban decay, the beauty of flaw.
Check her out on her website!
Monday Poetry
So I have many poet friends. Today I thought I would introduce you to another poet.
Deedra Nichole is an indie author, artist, and illustrator that has built a career out of publishing her own dark and mysterious works, as well as mentoring and supporting other upcoming indie authors through her website, blog, and Facebook writing group. Dedicated to expanding her own repertoire of novels and poetry collections, she explores themes of the tenebrous and enigmatic, the mystifying and hidden. Join her today on this journey into the unknown!
Deedra Nichole
https://deedranichole.wixsite.com/website
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