winter has swallowed the world by skufti, literature
Literature
winter has swallowed the world
winter has swallowed the world today,
his blistering fury biting at faces
and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides
a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,
all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches
quietly sweeping the ground below.
How to Write Bad Poetry:
Start with: SCISSORS
Scissors are very good cutting your prose
into pieces (as well as fending off mobs of real poets).
It works better if you start with
Like an oil eye resting on the sea of memory,
waits for its turn to sink as bubbles and for a time
be lost:
There weren't any real changes I thought to herself
Wasn't why I got up to go grab a time out
I had to walk the boots away from here-and-held holy memories
With the way my legs worked mechanically
I wasn't surprised by their behavior bothering us
The wind walked up the path as an elephant pissed on the wall
And gazed upon the trees fond
winter has swallowed the world by skufti, literature
Literature
winter has swallowed the world
winter has swallowed the world today,
his blistering fury biting at faces
and speckling tree trunks and window
panes. he disguises all things, provides
a pure slate of marble dust that blankets
every surface. when he finally settles down,
all things settle with him. the pine forest
has become a herd of mammoths, weary branches
quietly sweeping the ground below.
A deep drainage ditch ran through our neighborhood and right behind my childhood home. In Spring it would flood and we would bike around the streets in a foot or two of water. In Summer when the water was low we would swing on low branches, fence with willow reeds, and study the curious creatures that shared it with us. In Autumn there were always plenty of tomatoes, squash, and pumpkins to throw at each other and carve. In Winter we would sled down the precipitous southern bank trying to avoid patches of thin ice. It was a smelly, nasty hole filled with leeches, chiggers, and fish that b
The Skull: A Love Story by orphicfiddler, literature
Literature
The Skull: A Love Story
Buried beneath a debris of odds and ends - discarded carnival masks, willow patterned tea cups, toothless combs, and mauled little clown dolls - a curve of yellowed ivory, like an old woman's tooth, peeped. Smoothly translucent, surprisingly so, and he wondered if a bit of bleach upon an old toothbrush might not wear off the yellow sheen and convert it to a gleaming alabaster, like a bust of Nefertiti, and indeed there was something of Nefertiti to its cast, something exotic; a slant to the eye socket, perhaps? And he wondered, and pondered, and rubbed the cheekbone (zygomatic process, his mind faintly reminded him) and debated how much such
Maiden.
The space between us is slant rhyme,
Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time,
Ink curves he drew from a lead line,
The way his fingers fit in yours,
Instead of mine.
Mother.
You are difficult to hone, granite.
I am prone to severing.
You are a vestige made of stone
That I could never be.
Crone.
Are you what is happening to me?
Rain and gravity have
Weathered the weaker parts
They leave you standing
Strong, a pyramid, a mountain.
I am haunted: a cliff, daunted
By the sea.
Bear with me, this'll be a long one.
Hello all! Thank you for all the well wishes...I wanted to reply to them individually, but honestly I'm not sure what I've got to say aside from thank you. My hope was always that I was doing a good job, but I'm tough on myself when I really care about something, so I never really felt like I was doing enough. I'm glad I had the chance to be on the team, and thank you all for following me along the way, and catching me when I was wrong and supporting me when I wasn't. It all means the world to me.
If you had told me three and a half years ago when I signed up for this site what was going to happen in the
And that's that.
Now that lit week is over, I just wanted to let you all know that Monday is my last day as a GM. I'll be posting a longer journal about it later, but I just wanted you all to know the real reason why I've not been accepting DD suggestions is because I won't be featuring any more. :]
Respects
In case you haven't heard, radioPooh (https://www.deviantart.com/radiopooh) and karyaazure (https://www.deviantart.com/karyaazure) both passed away yesterday. I'd never really talked with David much myself, but he had a large impact on a lot of people I know, and from what I can tell he was always very well-liked around here. Erica was one of the first people to greet me to the chat system, when I first
projecteducate (https://www.deviantart.com/projecteducate) has come to the lit gallery! The team has come up with a game plan for articles for the week, and I'll be keeping a full list of them here as they're posted, for easy reference!
January 9th
Launch and intro chat in #CRLiterature!Prose PoemsJanuary 10th
Lit Groups Under the RadarUrban fantasy literatureJanuary 11th
The Literature CommunityFinding the Profound in NonfictionJanuary 12th
Visual and Concrete Poetry + Concrete Poetry challenge!January 13th
Trivia in :#CRLiterature: at 10 pm GMT! (That's 5 pm EST, 2 pm PST, in case you wondered.) Join us!Plight of the Commonly MiscattedJanuary 14th
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