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Author: 20 Question Book Tag (Tag, You’re It) 📖

Thanks again Steve and Ms. Muffin for the tag. Readers, if you want or need to find a sunny, friendly spot on the internet, check out their blog and subscribe. It’s brightened up my day many a time. Such cahoots and happenings.

My answers are below. And here we go!

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Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Fractured Faith | Book Release)📘

via Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Read it and weep tears of joy as the author had his daughter Hannah take the writing wheel for a bit. And check out the dad’s new book mentioned, The Kirkwood Scott Chronicles – Skelly’s Square. Cheers.

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The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

 

Come all, come one. Can you write the most terrible poem to the theme?

Chelsea Ann Owens

Welcome to The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! This is our 34th time of offending the internet and I hope we continue to disappoint.

As those who’ve entered before know, writing terrible poetry is an art form. To truly offend one’s sensibilities; a bad poet needs to nearly fit a meter, almost follow a rhythmic pattern, or get so close to a beautiful description his audience starts picturing EXIT signs instead of snow falling gently in a springtime field. I explain the process a bit here.

Besides that, here are this week’s specifics:

  1. Topic: Animals and their pregnancy.
    Did you know the African Bush Elephant carries …well, an elephant for 22 months? That a male seahorse carries the babies (up to 1,500!)? Or that female Komodo Dragons can impregnate themselves without a male through a process called parthenogenesis?
    Did you know you’re going to write a poem about it?

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Reblog Share: Chelsea’s “A Pregnancy Poem” (Motherhood Blog)

 

Check out Chelsea’s other blog, Arcians, all about the adventures of raising tiny humans and navigating that thing called motherhood. Cheers. ☺️🍼

I Didn't Want to Be a Mother

Sitting in the kitchen,
Wond’ring at the food;
Knowing I should eat some
But I’m just not in the mood.

Later, in the bathroom,
Staring at my mien;
Looking for The Pregnant Glow
But only seeing sheen.

Somehow I daily make it,
Through a nause’us haze
Knowing that it’s not that bad
And there’re only 182 more days…

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Photo Credit:
Michalina

©2019 Chelsea Owens

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Transition by Len’s Diary

 

One of my favorite entries I’ve received so far for my Creative Contests. I’m posting prompts biweekly now. If you’d care to join in, post your take on your blog or write it privately in a notebook. It’s up to you.

I really love when you guys take these writing prompts and fly with them. The imagination is an endless place to explore and it’s a beautiful thing. Keep on writing!

Len's Diary

This is a fictional story responding to a prompt by Peregrine Arc. I have followed the themes of taking the form of a bird, floating feathers, ocean and lighthouse from the prompt but changed the location. For the original prompt in its entirety please go to the following url:
https://peregrinearc.com/2019/05/11/may-writing-prompt-the-gift-of-flight/

He galloped to the lighthouse keeper and instructed him to light the beacon. Turning he heard a whoosh and doubled over as the arrow pierced his stomach. He spun his horse and galloped away as another arrow drove into his back. He took the spiraling cliff path down to the beach and sent the summons. He knew there should be more words, but the agony was intense, clouding his brain, and the remaining words would not come. The horse stumbled pitching him onto the white sand of the beach. He lay in a stupor trying to fight through the pain…

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#ShareAReviewDay Tuesday – Devil in the Wind by Frank Prem

 

Check it out, Arcians and consider supporting a fellow author. I realized after reading Devil in the Wind’s blurb that 1.) It sounds very interesting and 2.) I know next to nothing about Australia. Thus I need to read and learn about these bush fires of 2009.

I pre-ordered my copy. Check out the links for more information. I’m adding this eagerly to my summer reading stack. ☺️📚📚📚

The Write Stuff

Hi, Folks! It’s #ShareAReviewDay Tuesday again, and our guest this morning is Frank Prem. Frank is sharing a review from his poetic anthology, Devil in the Wind. After reading this, I’m sold. I’ve pre-ordered this one to add to my collection of poetry anthologies, and I suspect many of you will as well. Thanks for checking it out today, and for sharing far and wide, as well. 

REVIEW:

Mick rated Devil In The Wind5.0 out of 5 stars on Goodreads
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44440062-devil-in-the-wind

Like Frank’s previous book, Small Town Kid, this collection of poems tells a story of rural and small town Australia. But the similarities between the two books end there.

Whereas the previous collection was a celebration of boyhood in Frank’s hometown, this is an account of the dreadful bushfires of February 2009 that swept through parts of Southern Australia, the area that is home to the author…

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Help Us Hit 10K

 

Help Fractured Faith get the 10k subscribers. Check out their blog to see if you’re interested, Arcians. Cheers!

Fractured Faith Blog

We are less than 70 followers now off the BIG 10K at Fractured Faith. It would be great if we could reach this milestone by 21 May which is the blog’s second birthday. So, while we normally seek to give as opposed to take, it would be much appreciated if as many of you as possible could hit us with a reblog in order to help us over the finishing line. We are always grateful for the love and support we receive from our WordPress tribe.

THANK YOU!

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(what if I hear them) whistle and cry

 

A profound read.

Frank Prem Poetry

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I hear the dead
cry out
in the colours
of the burning night

even my shadow
bows down
before them

these
are the stranger days
with ghost silhouettes
that I
can see

this killing ground
is the shade
of dying fire

and I am
alive
I wonder
why

I am alive
perhaps
to play
the witness

and what if I
were hung
to drain and dry
suspended
from my toes

what if the sound
of the wind
in my throat
was
the only proof

of a lie

troubled days
troubled thoughts
troubled visions

trouble
everywhere I go

there is no sound
that is not
the dead

whistling

the wind blows
without care

whistling

and the creaking
of each rope
is a separate song

the creaking
of each soul
is a sigh

I have to turn
away
lest these images invade me
in my sleeping

I think
I may have known…

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Sunday’s Sunny Skies…

 

A beautiful, timely reminder is included in this blog by Steve and Muffin.

Steve`s Country

Sunday’s sunny skies…suddenly disappear beneath the gray clouds.  Many more birds are arriving from the south but unfortunately are staying just out of range for any good photos.  But I keep trying.  Like in all things, it’s necessary to keep trying even if not successful at first.  Don’t give up because of minor, or what might even seem to be a major, setback.  Keep pushing ahead until the goal is reached.  Many people give up too soon, just another little try might be all that is needed for that success.

IMG_3182 One of my female squirrels. I’m going to need to name these critters.

There really is a lot of birds around this afternoon.  I keep stopping my writing to go out and get some pictures only to come back in with nothing.  Just one of those days.  Perhaps tomorrow that perfect picture will be right there in front of me. …

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