Category: pen names

Pad challenge Day 11

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2024-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-11

Ars poetica November 11

Poetry

the first word
spoken freely
was a form of poetry.
Given to us as a dream
poems are the only true
communication.

we can speak with ease,
flourish and flowers…
oh really the poetry
and its powers.

Ars poetica November 10

Poetry

Trying to find the poetry
when sick is extremely
Daunting.

*author’s note: I have been sick for the last few days. I went to check the pad challenge and try to get caught up…Day 10 was to write a 10 word poem. tbh this is the only thing I could come up with there. so I am only doing one poem for day 10.

Pad challenge Day 9

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2024-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-9

Ars poetica November 9

Poetry

How many stories can you tell
in the poetry you deign to
pick up the pen to share?

Drip epic energy
in words most sublime,
and tell me a story if you
possibly have the time.

Pad challenge Day 8

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2024-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-8

Ars poetica November 8

Poetry

the poet is required
when the world goes dark,
for poetry gives the cracks
for light to get in.

Sometimes you need to write
your voice to remember that
the world cannot remove your voice.

Pad challenge Day 7

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2024-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-7

Ars poetica November 7

Poetry

I forgot to lift my pen
when I first started to cry,
misery normally feeds
the poetry well.

This time I found
the ink was dry,
and the tears could not
soak in to it.

Wednesday whisper

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Teaser for the Sea Wytch

By

Serena Mossgraves

          Shelly wondered if Carla was aware of the glow she was emitting. There was a tiredness around her eyes, and a fear that didn’t match the calm she was trying to project. Shelly hurried to check out the three books that were possible clues and walked back to Carla. “Okay, I am ready, Did you by any chance drive here? I don’t have transportation. I am supposed to be meeting with Caitlyn.” Carla nodded and led the way to the car she had picked up from the witch’s neighbor. It had been there since the day they all went skinny dipping.


      Once they were in the car and alone, Carla broke down and told Shelly everything. “I don’t know what to do. I couldn’t leave the baby gone! Not that I want to hand our child to the witch, but I am not sure what I can do. Can we please look into what I can do? I am going to be borrowing my Uncle Rick’s houseboat. I am going to follow the rules that the witch gave me. I don’t know what else to do.” As she finished saying that, Carla’s voice broke into a soft sob.


      Shelly considered her friend for a moment and pulled her into a hug. She could feel the emotional energy flowing out from Carla. She knew Carla was telling the truth, though she didn’t know how. “We are a family. We will work on finding the solution for all of us. The witch might have made her first mistake.”