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Every month we bask in the glory of a plethora of talented writers and an aspiring literature group; we host engaging interviews, comprehensive features, meet 'n greets, and much more!


literary lovelies.

reentryyou are not a constellation.
there's no brilliant cluster
pumping in your chest,
no nebulae atwist
inside your slender neck.
you don't wrap your asterism
in cosmic lace,
nor do atmospheres
feel pressure
in your veins.
you are not blinding,
are not fusion,
are not distant;
but your gravity
is dangerously
Rippled GlassShe stared at the ships that floated on the air, their crisp white sails fluttering in the wind.  Their giant masts reached towards her domain, a few so high that they touched the water's face, sending ripples in its glass-like surface.  They were heading towards a brewing storm, thunder rattling the windows and lightning flaring across their wide decks.
    A man was staring up at her, his expression curious.  He was sitting in the crow's nest of one of the ships.  He had black hair and gray eyes.  He wasn't unattractive, and as he noticed her staring down at him, he stood up and peered up at her.
    She continued to stare down at him, swimming closer to the surface of the ocean.  Her eyes never left his as they stared at each other, and for a brief second they shared a thought.
    Both extending their hands, they reached towards the face of the water, she coming from above while he came from below.
you can't have it allBut you can have eating wild grapes and their skin like beetle wings
cocooned in bruises. You can have swings that go so high you kick
a hole in the clouds. You can have chickens following you through the front door
and the cat’s gift to say, Look, I am taking care of you.
You can have happiness, but tempered as
your first taste of wine when you hid your puckering face
because you were eight years old and dangerous.
You can have a touch you blush for, ferret hands dancing,
small and terrifying and knowledgable.
You can have an aspiration of “us” held on one stool leg, darting breaths but
never admitting to dreams, to a stew of practicality.
You can talk to her, sometimes,
and even mean something.
You can have the book you stole after she stumbled,
and “that” word sank into your hands. You can’t cure cancer,
but you can have two sets of spoons in the same sink
although she’s only touched the one you lent her,
the one you didn’t expe

There Will Be Times When You Tell YourselfThere will be times when you tell yourself that your tears belong to a film, that a talented director reached behind your eyes and pulled sadness through them. You are only sad because people on a screen are sad and a script writer has enticed you into their world and you have lived as part of it for a little while.
There will be times when you tell yourself that your tears belong to a book, to the last five pages when the character you have fallen in love with finally dies after telling their life story with words that will haunt you and speak through you when you next try to write. You are only sad because you have fallen into someone else’s mind and they have written sad words about sad things.
There will be times when you tell yourself that your tears belong to a television show, that an actor looked into a camera with such expressive eyes that you felt something reach out and tug at your soul for a moment. You are only sad because you have watched another person pretending t
A Poem of No Onehe tells me
fix it -
i say it has a face
swamps running down in each of its eyes
weeds in its teeth
with needles for veins
it has a pulse like the tide, rolling in its ears
it snaps the necks of daisies and wonders if there’s an easier way to leave a field
it wants to know why god is everywhere but why there’s only one
angel sitting next to it in english - i say, and
it pours in a cup of its soul until the end isn't bitter
loses its heart with its keys and holds itself out in its hands
until love isn't dead-stiff anymore
it listens to clocks rattle like a box of bones
and notices that it sounds like its heart in the night.
{i think you already knew that that rattling clock was broken.}
Moira (Excelsior)Moira (Excelsior)
hands clap over my eyes
like a chain clasp 
linking lace around my neck.
connecting cheer
and our clutch.
splitting into a wide upward curve,
canines and incisors cut through screens.
time rotates in a downward degree
360 degrees infinitely,
but the days are confined to finite.
and if i could, i'd connect the 12 lines
and walk along them endlessly. 
i'd lose the ability to dream
and i'd never have to mingle
with the cousin of death.
living forever as a verb,
until time laps around the track
about 10 million times before
it has lost its legs.
i don't wanna sleep,
i want to dream
in an empirical reality.
hold the old time in my hand
and let the prospect bleed
into the prophecy. 


featured literature group.

They are out there - please check them out <3

PowerfulWriting is a group meant to help writers grow into their own style and voice. Our focus is not showcasing so much as improving, with an emphasis on giving feedback. Anyone can join. We accept (almost) all work into the gallery where it stays (and is critiqued) for one month, at which point the piece is removed and the author can feel more confident submitting their work to showcase groups.


Visual Inspiration - A Prompt of Sorts

As a writer we strive to conquer that dreaded Writer's Block. I challenge you to select one of the following six images to use for inspiration and create a prose piece or a poem based off of that image. Please link your work below and I would love to feature it in the following edition. 

REMEMBER by GiovannyArce

Created by the lovely GiovannyArce

Protected by YOKOKY

Taken by the stunning YOKOKY

my freckled mood by AlicjaRodzik

Captured by the marvelous AlicjaRodzik


"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page."
-- Augustine of Hippo

Olden by e-liss

"Shot by the talented e-liss I am startled by the vivid blue hues that truly capture the mind, heart, and soul of the viewer (no matter how cliche it may seem). Absorbed and in complete awe, I was swept away to Oldedalen, Norway."

Gothic landscape by Sleax

"Created by the awesome Sleax and blended so perfectly I forgot momentarily that it is in fact a photomanipuation! Wherever this fantasy-inspired land may be, I was able to travel to that time and place. I can almost feel the spray of water from the falls."

NIGHT by yamiooo

"Composed by the fantastic yamiooo. I was drawn in immediately by the haunting colors. Contrast to the previous images, this creation elicited a feeling quite different."


A Warm Embrace - Until Next Time

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SpiderLondon Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
This is the second best poem ever xD…
A-Shadow-Rose Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
I see The Luxe series on your bookcase. :stare: I envy you; I couldn't finish the series.
Still love you, though. ;p
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ManOfLaMancha Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you for the Llama.
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idoreallytry Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014
Thank you for the llama! :D
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Bloodysue Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the llama :)
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