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Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film.

Read Poem: Caught Up In Me, by Georgia Blagrove

I, I, I, Me, Me, Me. Like doe re me, I am focused on only me.

If I don’t get pleasure then me has to leave for sure.

If I am not doing me then I need to see my way somewhere to be free.

Like a lion surveying the plain for its prey, so do I search for my next way.

I feel good, I look good, I am comfortable with unique me.

I sensually stretch with no inhibition for the plain is mine to maneuver.

I am reshaping the box of my mind, this part of my life currently is a wrinkle in time.

There are other dimensions of me to explore.

I am strong enough to endure, to overcome, to fail and get back up.

If I don’t explore, I have so much to loose – my peace of mind, joy, fulfillment, happiness….

I want laughter to be a smile away. A drone like 9-5 state is not conducive to this.

Acceptance of mediocracy is not suppose to be me.

I will not allow the betrayals and injustice to me change me to a lesser version of me!

It is no longer about me pleasing everyone.

It is now a conscious effort on my part to look out for my fulfillment and push my agenda.

I am thankful for the same betrayal/challenges that has plagued me which has helped propelled me to this point to actually take action.

This is where I’ve gotten stuck in the past. What is different now? What will make me take action?

My desperation? Yes, my desperation for I am at the point of shutting down. But..

But, the defibrillator call fulfillment has rejuvenated and jolted me, yes me, to get up and scream.

IT IS ABOUT ME, ME, ME!!!

Read Poem: When The Clock Strikes Death, by C.M. Rivers

Years ramble on along a narrow highway
while daffodils peak in their bright yellow prime
and I scratch at the walls of the hourglass
from which I attempt to climb.

This life was a wet shiny bubble
blown by a child whom I never knew,
who’s heart was as wild as pictures
I colored with crayons before I met you.

Now hard blow the northern winds
and heavy fall the western rains,
and the rocks and sand have barely changed,
yet I have not remained the same
while the clock struck the hours before death came.

C.M. Rivers

Read Poem: Behind Closed Eyes by Cameron Miller

When skin crawls
on the inside, and thoughts flit branch to branch
a winter brown goldfinch pecking for seed

when the longest
deepest, exquisitely practiced yoga breath
exhales an inert sigh

when it is five a.m.
with stained memories frozen
on the black box stage of emptied cranium

it is time.

It is time to step into the deepest
darkest shadow,

and discover who or what
lives there.

“Hello, anybody home?”
You say it with innocence
in case they suspect something.
Enter, shake hands
or paws
with what lives within.

If it is fierce and smelly, nod then get the hell out.
If it is seductive and smirks, be guarded.
If it is deadbeat and depressed, listen.

Behind closed eyes, in shadows
wakefulness never reaches,
skulk citizens with a vote.

Winning LGBT TV PILOT Reading – THE DISAPPEARANCE, by Jess Harris DiStefano

lgbttorontofilmfestival's avatarLGBTQ+ Toronto Film Festival

Genre: LGBT, Drama

The Disappearance is an hour long drama about a charming young sports writer, whose secret past comes back to haunt him when he accidentally discovers the whereabouts of his long lost father and younger siblings.

CAST LIST:

Narrator: Hugh Ritchie
Ryan: Nick Wicht
Will: Michael Lake
Kate: Beck Lloyd
Casey: Julia Baldwin
Jamie: Alicia Payne
Fred: David Occhipinti

Get to know the writer:

What is your TV Pilot screenplay about?

The Disappearance is an hour long drama about a charming young sports writer, whose secret past comes back to haunt him when he accidentally stumbles upon the whereabouts of his long lost father and two younger siblings.

Why should this screenplay be made into a TV show?

Too many reasons to list off, but mainly because it’s a show I would (and most likely a whole host of other people) would want to watch.

What TV show…

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When Alex fell in love with Sandra.

Sherin Mani's avatarThe other side of the moon.

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This is a story of young guy named Alex. And his lady love Sandra.
He fell in love with her. She was a wonder woman, the kind that could make a guy fall in love at first sight. She was a beauty of sorts, the kind of woman, who had a way of making a target out of a guy, and leaving him half dead, and later disappearing into thin air. The perfect phrase would be “A black widow spider”. Alex was new in Bangalore a city in the state of Karnataka, in south of India. He was a new guy in Bangalore. A sixteen-year old, just arrived from Bombay to the city to finish his second year of pre-university in science. He finally flunked in the second year, in all subjects leaving Hindi and English. He was hell bent and determined to finish the second-year course.
Alex decided to…

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FEEDBACK FILM FESTIVAL Thursday – May 3, 2018. 7pm.

lafeedbackfilmfestival's avatarLos Angeles feedback film festival

The FEEDBACK Monthly Film Festival coming to Los Angeles.. Our LA home is Regal L.A. LIVE Cinemas, located in the heart of downtown Los Angeles (beside the Staples Center) at 1000 W Olympic Blvd.. The event runs from 7pm to 9:10pm.Showcasing the best of short films from around the world, while maintaining our audience feedback format moderated by Shepsut Wilson.

Tickets are FREE or PAY WHAT YOU LIKE. Reserve your tickets online.

If you like to obtain seats in advance and pick them up on the day of the event (come for FREE, or make a donation), please email us at latickets@wildsoundfestival.com  and we’ll reserve seats for you.

1st ACT PROGRAM – COMEDY & ANIMATION

NAMCAR NIGHT RACE, 17min., USA, Comedy/Mockumentary
Directed by Lance Khazei

NAMCAR Night Race is a comedy depicting a league of adults who compete in an after hours, model…

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Read Poem: Poetry of Mind, by Joy Genauer

Little glitters of sunshine

Little trickles of rain

Resonate in my thoughts

Like flashes of light

Tremble like joy

Breathe with fear

Words spoken

Like splinters of glass

Or feathers that lift

High above the earth

In a blink they emerge

Asking for essence

Asking for clarity

Making themselves known

Read Poem: Ibizza Redux, by Terez Peipins

The eternal Ibizza like party
of my forbearers
immigrants lost,

AM bodies fall
from reverie

A grubby child
sent to church
to be an angel on
the life raft of God

Who’s been saved?
I peek from under
folded arms,
only my hand unraised,

___
Terez Peipins is a writer of Latvian descent from Western New York. Her poetry, fiction, and essays have appeared in publications both in the United States and abroad. She is the author of three chapbooks of poetry. Her novels, The Shadow of Silver Birch and Snow Clues are published by Black Rose Writing. She won the 2016 Natasha Trethewey Prize in poetry from the Atlanta Writers Club. She was a runner up in the Foundlings Press Chapbook and Artist Residency Competition in 2018.