5 Things Nobody Tells You About a Writing Career — A Writer’s Path

by Lev Raphael When I published my first short story in Redbook after winning a prize, I thought my career was set. I was my MFA program’s star (that year, anyway); I’d made a lot of money for a graduate student through the prize and the magazine; I was getting fan mail and […]

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5 Overused Words in Fiction — A Writer’s Path

by Kelsie Engen I’m deep in the throes of editing my current WIP right now, Broken Time, which is why my poor blog has been taking a backseat. And what this really means is that I’m deep into the nitty-gritty of grammar, word usage, syntax, and pretty much the non-glamorous aspects of writing.

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How Objects Tell Your Story — A Writer’s Path

by Mindy Halleck In 2011,I embarked on one of the harshest undertakings; I placed what I thought was the final draft of my novel in a drawer for one year. Why? Because, as I told others in my most knowledgeable author voice, “A writer needs distance from their material before editing and rewriting.”

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So You Want To Be A Poet? Top 5 Tips — Natalie Ann Holborow

I’m often sent messages from aspiring writers who want advice on the paths to publication, submissions, competitions and editing their work. I love being able to help people grow and develop as writers, so thought it’s about time I compiled this advice into a blog post for you to access at any time. Remember, I’m […]

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Read Poem: BROTHERHOOD, by Margaret Jeune

2.1.2020

Black clouds drift across the sky

The wind has blown smoke across the Tasman Sea

From the massive bush fires in Australia

The tragedy is depicted daily on the TV News

It is translated into a visible poignant reminder

Of what is happening in Australia

An Australian cricketer is interviewed on the radio

He says that he is lucky to play international cricket

While so many of his fellow Australians are suffering

The New Zealand cricket captain says that losing to Australia

Is put into perspective by the sheer scale of suffering in Australia at present

This tragedy is unfolding in front of our eyes

Margaret Jeune

New Zealand

Read Poem: CHANGES ARE COMING, by Jacqueline Mead

In the midst of the night
When silence surrounds
A terrible tragedy was waiting to be found

Tom, a small child, sat up in his bed
Pulling the duvet up over his head
He silently shook
Scared to speak out
Not knowing what the rumbling noise outside was about

Tom slowly rose from his bed
He went to find his parents room
They would know what to do

When Tom reached the room he sought
The number of Parents it contained, was nought
Quietly Tom tiptoed down the stairs
Careful not to bump into any chairs

Still, any adults he couldn’t find
Home Alone the movie, sprang to mind
He searched for the switch on the wall
From which a glowing light would fall

Tom shed some light upon the floor
And lit the path to the back door
Bravely he turned the handle
And quietly walking in his sandals
Took a sneaky peak outside
He couldn’t believe what he saw
His eyes stretched very wide

The biggest tree Tom had ever seen, in his very short life, had fallen down!
And all the adults Tom had sought plus others, were standing in a circle looking at the tree
They were trying to devise a plan, they could all agree

“How did it happen?” Tom heard someone say
“I know” said Tom who was very bright
“Maybe I can shed some light”
“I heard a man on the news say, climate change is happening not tomorrow but today”
Tom continued “very soon the Planet as we know it, will be changed, from excessive heat and excessive rain”
“But today where we live in the Forest, men are cutting down the trees”
“to allow progress and build roads for cars, we are taking away the Earth’s lungs to breathe”
The adults listened to what Tom had to say and all agreed with the young lad.
But what to do about it, if they did nothing, then very soon
There would be no green areas for the children to play, and this made the group very sad.

The group decided to raise a petition and present it to the Top
Cutting down healthy trees must now stop
For every tree we cut down, new ground for seedlings must be found
As a Town we could do more
No more plastic bags, something we should explore
Recycling our waste, we must unite
Let’s start thinking about our carbon footprint tonight
Make a change to our electricity and our gas, someone explained
We could purchase energy that is made 100% from wind sun and rain.

Tom couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing
Here in his back garden a council meeting was taking place
Agendas were being made

It was only a small step in Toms world but all the same
If this was happening over and over in other Towns around the world, there would be bigger rewards to gain
And not just in Toms world either but all around the Globe
Fishes would live longer no plastic bags to get caught in their gills or small plastic pellets to ingest
This would be one change they could immediately put to the test.
They would have a plastic bag amnesty; people could return their old plastic bags and get a town embossed shopping bag made from 100% cotton thread
The adults were elated with the changes they were to mak
They were hoping to see the changes make a difference where they lived
It was only a little effort but it showed such promise to give

Tom was excited and tired
Retreated back to bed
He could rest now, his Town was in safe hands
His Mum and Dad plus others stayed outside to make their plans

Sometimes it takes small person to pick up a big fight

(c) Jacqueline Mead

Genre

Poetry, General, Climatechange

Read Poem: Read Poem: Nobody Wins, by Imina F. Edebiri

http://www.shemademewrite.com

Things are different now, roles are reversing

Smiling to conceal the frown, accrued pains without healing

So many fragile egos

We’re walking on eggshells of emotions

We’re too quick to pass judgements now and condemn

Each party think they’re so righteous and clean

We can persist to no good end

But really, nobody wins

The femmes have become hell bent

On passing chores to the gents

The gents want to be free of responsibilities

Pointless fights and arguments, but nobody wins

We jump into relationships blind

Then break up right quick or marry just for the title

Of course, when things go south we unbind

And wonder why divorce rates are so high

Only a few have found their missing ribs

They’re the lucky ones

The rest of us are yet to realize

That time for us is nigh

It used to be love your neighbor as you would love yourself

Now it’s more like, “my love is for sell”

Treat others the way you want to be treated

No, we have more hypocritical habits

We seem to have forgotten the love stories our parents told

We’d rather play these toxic games, than fold

This is getting old, and frankly, so are we

I’m speaking to my generation, we’ve lost our guarantee

Girls fall for what they hear

So guys became more crafty with their words

Guys fall for what they see

So girls became more deceiving with their looks

We recycle these toxic traits

Make unhealthy decisions on a whim Clench our fists and grit our teeth

Ready to damage the next victim

Tongue sharpened, ready to go to war with words, fueling hate

Whatever happened to healing each other with love, only a few can relate

If we took a step back

Maybe we could make amends

Maybe we could get back on the right track

Let’s be our real selves rather than pretend

Because, at the end of this war,

Nobody wins

The poem above, as well as the many others I have written, belong to the genres; Death, Family, Fear, Friendship, Hurt, Life, Love, Painful, Personality, Relationships, Rhyme, Romantic, Sad, Heartbreak, sexual and Sensual.

Nobody Winss

“When all lies, deceit, pretense is stripped away, what remains? The truth of a painting, or a book or a man.” — Art of Quotation

When all lies, deceit, pretense is stripped away, what remains? The truth of a painting, or a book or a man. William S. Burroughs, writer Photo: Pauline Loroy

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“There can be no beauty if it is paid for by human injustice, nor truth that passes over injustice in silence, nor moral virtue that condones it.” — Art of Quotation

There can be no beauty if it is paid for by human injustice, nor truth that passes over injustice in silence, nor moral virtue that condones it. Tadeusz Borowski, writer, Polish, holocaust survivor, book quote from “This way for the gas, ladies and gentlemen: and other stories”, 1967

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“If we put corrupt men in public office and sneeringly acquiesce in their corruptions, then we are wrong ourselves.” — Art of Quotation

If we put corrupt men in public office and sneeringly acquiesce in their corruptions, then we are wrong ourselves. Theodore Roosevelt, president, related: 51 Senators

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