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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A Funny Smell

“Art doesn’t have to be serious to be meaningful”, Rommy said. “Sometimes a smile or even a full belly laugh can be more healing than somber contemplation.” She is correct, methinks. So here is my bit:

“A Funny Smell”

They say she is slow and chubby,
and will leave
a funny smell on your fingers.

They tell me he is full of himself,
and shuts down
when things are getting good.

The ones who adore her,
say he is a fake, a fad,
too fast to give pleasure.

Those who lust after him,
say she is old, impractical,
a match away from poof.

I say, love her and love him…
for the bookaliciousness of her scent
and his noveltifficacious ways.

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a wee note…
– Rommy also requested lightheartedness, some nonsense words, and “something that feels innocent or child-like.” Well, I say that 1 (or 2) out of 3 is not a total lost. Whenever my poetry or fiction ventures to explore the elaborate realm of children, the wee ones my Muse encounters tend to be rather creepy. So, um… yeah *cough* 1 (or 2) out of 3.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Stuff and Nonsense)
– and to Open Link Night, over at the dVerse.

art-of-bent-objects-by-terry-borderArt of Bent Objects, by Terry Border
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Chances Waiting to Be Taken

I find myself dreading the news… and many Facebook posts… But I refuse to close my eyes… even when life looks horrible. We can’t fight (or hope to make sense of) what we can’t analyze and digest. We can’t grab chances gently by the throat, if our heads are in the sand. So I will watch… and art my rage… in order not to bleed it like a stain.

“Chances Waiting to Be Taken”

Eyes full of ashes,
Tomorrow stumbles on ice
and empires weep Blues.

Horror is coming
to die. I hear the wailing
and echo the chant
of chances waiting
to be
taken.

I will turn my heart
towards the brightest and dark
bits of the dwarfed dawn.

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– Linked to Open Link Night 184, over at dVerse.

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