Growing Our Twiglets

“A Twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Poetry. Prose. Short lines. Whatever you create is a success.” ~ Misky

Several friends (and some strangers) have asked if I would consider hosting weekly fiction, poetry, or just writing prompts. The simple answer is… no. I will not. But worry not, my Wicked Luvs, for there are some wonderful places already offering what you’ve been asking for. Here is my short list:

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – “a place that always welcomes Followers and Visitors ~ every prompt and challenge is open to anyone…” Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays (poetry, and the occasional fiction prompt). I host a poetry and flash fiction prompt at The Garden about once a month.

Prompt Nights – a different topic every week. Writers should “feel free to take the subject in whichever direction [they] desire. Previously written work is more than welcome.” Fridays (fiction and poetry).

The Twiglet – as stated in the opening quote, “a Twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Poetry. Prose. Short lines. Whatever you create is a success.”  Tuesdays.

Poets United – “a community for poets who blog.” All week (poetry prompts, interviews and more).

dVerse – “a place for poets and writers.” Monday, Tuesday, Thursdays (poetry prompts and a bit more).

I shall continue hosting Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, in April… and Witches in Fiction, in October. However, if twice a year doesn’t satisfy your Magaly-hosting needs, come and visit the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads—you will find me there once a month, hosting Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly. Yep, I’ve just written “hosting” 4 times and “Magaly” 3 times in the same paragraph. I must love to Magaly and to host. Fine, make that 5 and 4 for a deliciously uneven 9.

So, my Luvs, here is to growing our twiglets together… in the friendliest of word-gardens.

“Little Prince”, by Su Blackwell
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Witches in Fiction 2016: Spelling Healing into a Rotting World

The world is rotting in human madness.

That’s the thought that crosses my mind every time I read or watch the news—children around the world are going hungry, countries are closing their borders to people in need, nations dream of more elaborate ways to kill each other, the cost of health care is so high that those who need it most can’t even imagine a way to afford it, food is being poisoned, education is not available to all, the want for oil money is drowning the need for water and respect for the beliefs of others…

The world is very sick. Wherever we look, we find something dying. With that in mind, for the sixth year of Witches in Fiction, I invite you to Spell Healing into a Rotting World. Let’s grab our artistic weapons of choice, and use them to right something currently wronging our world.witches-in-fiction-2016This event is open to all imaginative bloggers, who wish to sprinkle a bit of magic into their art and then share it with the world: storytellers, painters, crafters, sculptors, potion makers, ninjas, gardeners, photographers, potion drinkers, knitters, poets, doll makers, singers, kittens with their own internet accounts, dogs suspicious of kittens with their own internet accounts, cats who have stolen their humans’ internet accounts… Yes, my Wicked Luvs, everyone is welcomed.

There is only one rule: Your entry must include some sort of magic and a fictional storyline.

The healing yum starts on Friday, October 21st, at 12:13 am EDT. And it will go on all weekend long. On party day, I’ll provide a post where we can share the direct links to our contributions.

If you are not sure how to approach this year’s topic with your art, let me know in the comments and I will try to help. Here are some ideas: a storyteller could write a short tale about a character battling one of the problems rotting the world; a poet could craft a healing spell; photographers, doll makers, gardeners, painters… can create a piece and write a wee tale about how said piece positively affected one of the issues rotting the world. Fiction gives us a universe of choices.

To join, leave me a comment which includes your blog link and blog name. I will add you to The Artistic Healers list (see below). The list will be updated a few times a day. If you join and then find out that you can’t participate, sent me a line and I’ll remove your name from the list. Please spread the word. And if you’re feeling especially festive, grab the party button. Every action starts as an idea. When that idea is born as art, the action is just a short step away. Create… and step!

The Artistic Sponsors
Alchemy & Ashes
Eliora
Little Gothic Horrors
Magaly Guerrero
Magic Love Crow
Olde Baggs ‘n Stuffed Shirts
SunshineShelle
Three Cats and a Broom
Touch of the Goddess

The Artistic Healers
A Dash of Sunny
Anima ex Manus Art Dolls
Cackle and Hoot
Daydream Believer
Dreaming of Rosemary
Emotion (Sometimes) Recollected in Tranquility
Fanny Fae
Foreigner in My Own Backyard
Gypsy Spirit Rising
Incipient Wings
Holly’s Horrorland
Khaya Ronkainen
Kestril’s Rhythms and Grove
Knusperhaus
Laura and Her Favorite Things…
Lee Smith
Little Gothic Horrors
Magic Love Crow
Magaly Guerrero
Ms Misantropia
Notes from the Underground
Olde Baggs ‘n Stuffed Shirts
Pen and Feather
Rue and Hyssop
SunshineShelle
Witchcraft and Literature

In Mazes, Create

The pain-shroud spilled over her all, day and night… blackening her dreams, drowning her living in the bitter-salt that had to be wept, if cleansing was to be had. Hurt cries scarred her heart’s skin, blemished the veil that separated her mind’s eye from the world, and named her existence eternally dark. “I’m walled in a door-less pit that overflows with black, black, pitch-black stagnation that’s penumbra over my Self,” she said. “No flesh, no bone, no soul could survive this. How could I!”

black flowers
in mazes, create—
ink treasure

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Process Note: I’ve linked this poem to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ “Micro Poetry” prompt. Since the word “Micro” seemed to be glaring at the prose section of my poem, I was only going to link the haiku bit of this haibun. Then I got curious about how one might count the lines that compose a haibun (my poetry forms knowledge is rather limited). I read this article on Haibun Today, and it shed little light onto my line division issue. So I visited the word jungle (Wikipedia) and found this wee bit: “Prose poetry is poetry without line breaks in accordance to paragraph structure as opposed to stanza.”

Out of deliciously selfish convenience (I really wanted to share the haibun *cough*), I interpreted the quote to mean that there aren’t any real line breaks in the paragraphs of prose poetry. If this is true (and I have no idea if it is), then “In Mazes, Create” contains only four lines. Micro and the Muse are aiming some seriously suspicious looks my way; and somehow, I doubt that I can fault them for it. What do you think, my Wicked Luvs?

In Mazes, Createblacked out from Johanna Basford’s
Secret Garden: an Inky Treasure Hunt and Coloring Book