Wednesday, January 30, 2013


ever vigilant forest watcher
keeps the peace with a poison inside

silent guardian awating the hero of time


Navi by his side until the day he dies
then off with the hero to save the world

Forever a guardian, forever the tree

Full Metal Alchemist

I get stuck in a book.

I feel so funny.
A wall pops out of nowhere.
A flash of light.
I run, the wall is gone!

Blood everywhere.
A weird dog-human thing says
More blood.

-Erin M.


They said he wasn't important
too small
too weak
too young.

That he could never  hope to be
"the chosen one".
A title he ddin't want anyway.

But he showed them all
that he could play their game.

He stood beside his friend
the boy that they had chosen,
to help him win a war.

When all was said and done
no honor was he given.

Just words of thanks
from a tired friend
and a hug from a mother he never knew.

Un-Alistair Crowley; Sebastian Michaelis

Unexpected deviations leave
the crime without the master,
hands reach up and
stretch into

a flame of refusal
for the snuff,
foot slips slowly
from the spider's web

to be caught by
unnatural disaster,
it is rent beneath the thumb
with a bold glare,

a fervent lie,
that couldn't go unnoticed
while the ash still
fills the water,

the town lit up
into an involuntary blaze,
bullets down the well
for each fragment of repose.

Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitusji/Black Butler

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

In medias res, & other adventures

Think about a character from a memorable book that you've read-- it could be any character from any genre, walk of life or persona. Who are they and what role do they play in the lives of others? Consider these things and some elements or attributes that truly identify this character; their personality, quirks, their visual attributes, their thoughts & emotions or how they'd react to things.

Write from the perspective of this character or from the perspective of someone witnessing this character in action. Maybe you've decided to go on adventure as this character, or with them in tandem. Perhaps this character-- with you in their shoes, brings the reader into a sequence of events in medias res, and you as the writer are called to begin their story just as some important or chaotic events have begun to unfold. Make your character come to life, and of course, feel free to deviate as it suits your needs.

Happy Writing :)

One of my favorite books-- with a very adventurous main character.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Fork in the road

Every choice we make
can be a blessing,
can be a mistake.

But how do you decide
which is better
you won't know until you've tried.

What knowledge can you gain
by sticking on this path,
will it only bring you pain?

Which burden do you choose,
you could win it all
but, all, you risk to lose.

Bright & Incandescent End of a New Year

If the world were to open its mouth,
would all the rivers flow out-
beneath the rocky crevice
where the bright spirits used to dwell,

would we sink like rocks
into its crushing abyss,
its words a mellow speech
stewing bubbles in the earth,

and over the years,
would it come to pass-
boats large enough to hold
the ocean,

watching it heat up to
blistering bounds and then
cool off between shiny metal
sprockets, from a distance,

where we'd savor the
sizzling quiet moments,
would it be simple enough-
to have hands placed

on the foreheads of the weary
to condone empty handed promises
betwixt a warm world that exemplifies
the temperate, flat state

of an almost empty glass of lager,
would we then bubble helplessly
up towards the surface,
a greenery through weak damp facets,

to spread about
one more clear breath of air,
spit back out the dragon's mouth
into a dazzling new year,

seething beneath the blue &
an elevator with no buttons,
shifting under the weight of
burdened human hands.

Prompt: Contradiction & Paradox

"The process of writing, any form of creativity,
is a power intensifying life."

-- Rita Mae Brown, Starting from Scratch

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Contradictory & Paradoxical Riddles
-Blue Sonata by John Ashbery-
A poet of the 21st century who is known for using paradoxical elements in his writing.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


I love space. All the wonders and beautiful sights. Mystic things no man has ever seen. But the idea of being out there, so far away from Earth with no air is terrifying.

*Technology advances have made space travel safe*

Deep black void
distant lights dance
beams of energy
reaching far from stars and galaxies.

Undiscovered mass
of rock
of ice
and mysterious elements
not found on our blue sphere.

New forms of life.

Plants with blooms of colors
the human mind could not fathom.

Animals, I think they are anyway,
with limbs and eyes unlike any ever seen.

Stretching out across
and time.

Discovering the undiscovered.

My Flying Dream

High and low
my arms stream wildly
for the moment when I
can be temporarily sustained
above the valley floor

and the black tops,
slick with rocks and
gravel leftover from the rain,
scattering across the
palms of my hands

where the nimbus bellows out of reach,
no engine to convene,
or metallic wings to hover
alongside the real thing,
grey feathers and down,

skimming along the edge of the lake,
the sky simmering down over the water
turns it a mossy green,
the slight bob of a bird's body
connecting little intricacies

over wind-chime pines and
the hollow bellies of other trees,
it will touch down as a passing thought,
as human hands and feet.


cherry blossoms and salty air
snow laden vilages deep in the mountains
Summers heat to winters bite
The land of Nippon's rising sun

Bustling citys and quiet fields
young and old give me the feels
A land of mystery and splendor
makes me want to stare in wonder

I have one chance to enjoy it's beauty
So I will take the trip and spend some money

I didn't name mine either

you open the old leather book
dust floats up around you.
Your fingers gently glide
over worn yellow pages.

Curiosity takes over
you quickly turn the pages
looking for what
you are not sure

A flash of something
as you flip past.

Dark handwritten letters.

you turn the pages back
scanning each one
until, you find it.

A letter,
written on the blank page between chapters.
Carefully you read each word
then read each one again.

the cover of the book
knowing that fate has delivered it to you.

It is part of you.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Poetry by Tony Hoagland

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Tony Hoagland & his sly smile

Out On A Limb: Prompt

"I was trying to write then and I found the greatest difficult, aside from knowing truly what you really felt, rather than what you were supposed to feel, and had been taught to feel, was to put down what really happened in action; what the actual things were which produced the emotion that you experienced...the real thing, the sequence of motion and fact which made the emotion and which would be as valid in a year or in ten years or, with luck and if you stated it purely enough, always."

--Ernest Hemingway, Death in The Afternoon

Out On A Limb

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Good luck & Happy Writing :)

Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Old Bookstore Prompt response (Smelly Book)

It smells of leather and dust
and its pages give me glimpses
of thoughts left behind,

Quiet intruder,
my thoughts reading these thoughts,
chemical pronunciation filtered

through an inaudible span,
smells like an old world
pressed between books,

cedar and images of fish
with their aluminum scales
spreading over like flowers,

we are plucked from the shelf,
our lives written in light
and our presence unknown

until with new hands,
we are picked up,
our names made similar

and our secrets
made of ink.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

My Neverending story

Old bookstore,
my safe haven.
land of untold tales and adventures.

Running from bullies to my favorite place,
A large book falls from the shelf in front of me. I grab it and run to the school. I sit up in the attic with a flashlight in my hand and begin to read.

Tales told of ancients old,
and sacrifices made.
Boys grown to men
and lost to sin
and restored full once again.

The story grasped me like nothing before.
Nothing tearing away a land of fantasy.
A boy must save the princess.
I am that boy.
Her name is now Moonchild.

My Neverending story.

The Streets of Christmas

Snowflakes falling softly
cover the ground in fine white powder.

People, with their shopping bags
pull their coats tight against the cold.

Twinkling lights
hung from every building
begin to blur as the snow falls faster.

The Christmas wreath
hanging in the center of the street
sags under the weight of new snow.

Christmas time has come again.
And with it a blur
of people
and snowflakes
fill the city streets.

Christmas Letter

Dear Santa,

This year for Christmas, all I want is for you to apologize for being an evil myth, created by the Vatican to draw attention away from people celebrating the birth of Christ. Also, your association with the Catholic Church combined with your unique methods of breaking and entering, makes for pretty good odds you are a pedophile. I mean really, kids in your lap?
Fuck you dude.


The Bird

You are at the Mall (old fashion).
You see the smallest TV.
You love it,
you want it.
You tell your husband
or wife.

All you get is
a "Nobody Loves Mitch" record.

You throw it on the floor.
Than a killer record
is in your home!
It is the bird killer.

The old fashion End.

-Erin M.