Katherine Frances's Blog, page 320

"I think myself a ship and you the sea, oh how you move me. I think myself a tree and you a breeze..."

“

I think myself a ship and you the sea, oh how you move me.

I think myself a tree and you a breeze flowing; the way we dance, kisses falling gently like autumnal leaves.

I think myself a star and you the night sky, invisible to all but your amorous gaze.

I think myself a shadow and you the light, impossible without you.

”

- harmonyindissonance, Unopened Letters (via wnq-writers)

"Inanna and Ereshkigalall this bright living, sisters, comes in shadow tooand the birth-pains rip..."

“

Inanna and Ereshkigal

all this bright living, sisters, comes in shadow too

and the birth-pains rip through virgin skin; stare

through the mirror in its mottled surface,

the oasis pool marred by wind and see yourself,

inverted- powerless ends and power begins in

the descent, the return-

no lesson need be learned except that life

is not fair, not even for the gods-

sister come down from the sky in lapis lazuli

and kohl and gold, brimming lovely by her maidens’

hands and mourned in passing by her devout-

she takes the throne in its corpse-grove

meter; how the lights of planets realign and

maybe the earth moves in uncertain patterns,

maybe beauty must first see to die in agony-

before rising naked from her sister’s place-

she gives no explanation in her actions but

neither does anyone else-

sister trapped in the bones of the world

and all of greatness kept within the catacombs

of dark; everything dies and that is your

claim and you take your sister’s finery- “that is

how we do things down here; don’t ask,

I am bound by these rules too” and love is

pain, creation is pain, the erotic rites of birth,

of sunbright wanting smeared across the earthly

vein- she will give her sister’s body back and more

if only to stop the hurt of becoming-

send your husband down who does not mourn;

there is no fairness in the exchange except the

lamentations shed in selfish absence; nothing is

fair, not really-

not even for the gods.

”

-

L. Maruska

matadelanimasola

(via whenthedarkisoldandworn)

promptsgalore:Write from the perspective of a character who has just discovered they were...

promptsgalore:

Write from the perspective of a character who has just discovered they were adopted.

"I didn't want to tell you, but I dropped the bag three blocks back."

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

"Motel in Arizona jack and mewe ran away withall our dad had leftus-not much-and we holed up..."

“

Motel in Arizona

jack and me

we ran away with

all our dad had left

us-

not much-

and we holed up in

a desert trap,

spiders making massive

shadows, climbing over

flickering bulbs-

jack’s got the ghosts

between his teeth, and

he’s always smiling;

catch the hot furnace

of wind coming in off

the mountain smears-

jack says we got

some work to do,

got to gut the ruin

that ate dad whole-

he says they pulled the sun

up from the ground, compacted

hearts of long-dead stars and the

poison settled in the miner’s mouths

and pulled their lungs out,

pulpy butterflies, spread in

weak final breath-

dad’s dead,

been dead for

a week and no

one knows yet-

jack says there are men

who owe a yellowcake debt;

we’re in this spider-haunted

arizona hotel until jack can get

the cash-

then we’ll go back east

jack says

we got some lessons

hard to teach, the men

in marble who harnessed

stars-

dad’s insides all burnt out,

we got work to do, jack says-

this great broad land of

ours and all its warrior kings

dying choked on spit and blood-

rise from ruin

like a bird of flame-

jacks says they’ll know

our names.

”

- L. Maruska (via whenthedarkisoldandworn)

Do you got any advice in terms of self-publishing?

The only advice I can think of is poof-read and edit. Once you think you’re done, do it again to be on the safe side lol. Have a friend run though it and check as well.

If anyone has any self-publishing tips please reblog this and add your advice!

I dare you to write about a character on death row

idareyoutowrite:

Be creative! What is the character’s crime? Are they innocent or are they guilty? In what way will the punishment be carried out? What is their life like as they await their final days? What do they think of? Regrets? Good memories or bad ones? If they are guilty, do they feel any remorse or simply regret being caught?

Think outside the box!

If you’re brave enough to post, don’t forget to tag I dare you to write and indicate whether or not concrit is welcome.

"No Swimming now comes the colorlessbone time, and your eyescloud gray, the deceitful glance of..."

“

No Swimming

now comes the colorless

bone time, and your eyes

cloud gray, the deceitful

glance of crusted ice,

funnel-webbed over the cold-

you have hair russet as the

warm of dying, radiant

lessening until just dry husks

scatter over the perfidious

surface-

lakeside, standing, wool

and apple- hands in deep

pockets and the pale fading

sick along your huddled shoulders-

the water is fanged and hungry

beneath its flytrap glitter and

you wait and watch me as

I stand on the other side.

”

- L. Maruska (via whenthedarkisoldandworn)

She held a large golden coin out for his appraisal, though when he reached for it, she drew back a little.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

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