Bare Truth By Ada Ireland My words were dressed conservatively enough But my feelings were naked. And you had an eye for that. You asked me to take off The clothes And the figures of speech. You wanted your truth bare.
Damien Rice – The Box
Leave the dirt behind – Beautiful advice from a Romanian actor
I’m sharing today some beautiful words from the daughter of one of Romania’s most talented and best loved actors, Amza Pellea. Amza passed away over thirty years ago, yet, to this day, he is remembered as one of the “greatest Romanians of all times.” The daughter, Oana Pellea, is a talented artist herself and an […]
The First Lie
Randa Jarrar – The Sailor
I’m sharing a paragraph written by Randa Jarrar, an author I discovered today, while reading Flash Fiction International: Very Short Stories from Around the World. Her story, A Sailor, is one of the pieces published in this collection. “He tells her he thinks she married him because he is precisely the kind of man who […]
Damien Rice – Hypnosis
Damien Rice’s Hypnosis: * For when I become overwhelmed by all I don’t know. * For when I can’t find any words. * For when I forget about the here and the now. “[…] love has no fight […] silence can always be heard When you know who you are, You can’t help but let […]
Three Words of Truth – short free form writing
Last week I wrote over five thousand words in a story about dreams, second chances, and love. The story had potential but, in my hands, if failed. It came out fake. Frustrated, I closed my laptop, brought out my notebook, and wrote the first three words that came to mind: “I” “Miss” “You” It took […]
Observer – Reblog from Souldier Girl
Reblog of Souldier Girl’s latest poem. Very beautiful. I’m sitting kitty corner in my own chair, watching her write amazing poems, and being rendered speechless by the power of her words. Observer By Souldier Girl She breaks down He arrives in an instant …to her flood of wrenching pain He knows He holds […]
If you want to understand poetry … memorize it
Not the healing kind – short prose
Not the healing kind By Ada Ireland “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” the battle-scarred warrior said to me. It was supposed to be an encouragement, but it came out sounding like an order. “This too shall pass,” the wise man added. A hint of pity and knowing melancholy tinged his voice. I […]