Posted by Porch Queen in Just Words on 01. May, 2012 | 4 Comments
Today, I indulged in hours-long foray into the blogosphere of writers, feminists, and overall amazing bloggers. Bliss. Somehow, I went from this to this. That last one there? I laughed, brooded, and laughed again. But what I would typically be afraid to admit before, I will do it here and now. It struck a nerve [...]
If you just got here, I recommend starting at the beginning – Prologue Part 1 – Flick’s Point of View • Pleasant • The smell of gardenias wafted towards where I sat in the corner of the library. The servants were making clattering sounds that distantly reached my ears. Someone is going to get a tongue-lashing, [...]
• Flick • We buried her in the rain. It was a soft downpour meant for tender moments, where leaves bowed away from the pressure and grass twinkled in the occasional sight of the sun. I patted the earth and stood up. We needed to move. We were light on our feet, Daddy and I, winding between [...]
welcome to the edge she lives for this moment surviving on thoughtful breaths thoughts slow down here you can hear every word while your world adjusts to being in the present no thoughts of anything else welcome to the edge
Posted by Porch Queen in Poetry on 15. May, 2013 | No Comments
A trickster borne, a trickster she birthed; That special year, this particular April the first. The infant was poetry herself, All soft and balled up with perfect rage. It’s no wonder, then, how her mind works, Darting for metaphors, dipping for similes. How fond the grasp for winding lines, Pace to pace that anchors her [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Prose on 15. May, 2013 | No Comments
There was no where else to go. Suddenly, her feet slipped off the edge and she spun until she was looking at the sky. That brief moment of surreality ballooned around her. She could appreciate the swelling white clouds that looked like feathers, strangely dense against a thin blue sky. Then the wall of the [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Just Words on 14. May, 2013 | No Comments
That’s a lovely sentiment. I can really appreciate the underlying message. I have two issues with relationships. a) I don’t think people put very much effort into relationships anymore, and b) I don’t think relationships are “work”. I’m beginning to dislike that phrase, although I have used it many times to make a point. Time [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Just Words, Poetry on 22. Feb, 2013 | No Comments
I am soft – so soft. I am bright, twirling light. Gentle with my words, If I can give you any love, I will do so without a return stamp. Please don’t give me A payment I don’t need Just let me do what I’m meant to do Let me bleed in ways I must [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Poetry on 09. Jun, 2012 | No Comments
She wonders at the endlessness of it – The shifting, dragging, and breaking. These walls bounce just a little bit closer Jittery, poured out, that heart is aching. Where do they go, she asks the open door, do they just keep on rolling? I am haunted, she admits to a snoring bug, By the height [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Prose on 28. May, 2012 | No Comments
There it is again, that sound. It can be heard with the eyes watching the loner, aware of all the signs. It is a constant gray night obscuring a city desperately fighting with their small lights. Lamps, candles — all merely find purchase in shadows. That, my dear, is desperation. It begins in the darkest [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Microfiction on 26. Apr, 2012 | No Comments
#LADMF / Page one. How does a wall flower die? two. I think that fading to obscurity is a kind of death. No chains, just glue and paper. No martyrdom, just apathy.
Posted by Porch Queen in The Reaper's Sow on 24. Apr, 2012 | 2 Comments
If you just got here, you may want to start at the beginning! Prologue Part 1: Flick’s Point of View Prologue Part 2: Pleasant’s Point of View Chapter 1: Flick’s Awakening • Pleasant • I turn 18 today. Do I feel like an adult? I tugged at my dress and whirled to encounter myself in [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in The Reaper's Sow on 16. Apr, 2012 | 1 Comment
If you just got here, you might want to start from the beginning. Prologue Part 1 – Flick’s Point of View Prologue Part 2 – Pleasant’s Point of View • Flick • Grip and I sat in our common room that accessed both our bunkrooms on either side of the room. We both had sat in relative, [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Poetry on 20. Mar, 2012 | No Comments
This poem was written when I was in 11th grade. Honestly? That wasn’t so long ago. That’s 2004-2005. So, that’s definitely a big warning for you. Most high school poems are crap and most of mine were no exception. That year was the transition from one high school to another, one state to another, [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Poetry on 19. Mar, 2012 | No Comments
There is nothing like a memory Of a time that you once hated To grab you by the throat By the mere smell of innocence It sprung with all the green of Spring, of the sun showing face Sitting alone with the thoughts Giving a fast and hard race Up the hills and [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in On Writing on 12. Mar, 2012 | No Comments
I found this in my inbox from Google+ today: Tim Parks: ‘The Writer’s Job’ in The New York Review of Books A Hogwarts Professor Conversation About the Literary Machine Reading between both this conversation and the columnist’s lamentations of the literary machine, I can only think to add one thing. First, let me add, the [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in On Dreaming on 08. Mar, 2012 | No Comments
I stood on a large rock looking up at the sky. Brown robe hung loosely on my body, and the looseness felt freeing with the breeze pulling it around. My hand was up, shading my eyes, while I just kept on watching the blue sky. In a space of an instant, the sky was dark. [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in On Dreaming on 06. Mar, 2012 | No Comments
I thought I would walk to His throne. Not so. I stumbled, instead. I came to just shy of his feet and rested my forehead on the gleaming stones under me. Seeing him meant being ready for the radiating light. I was blinded by it. I was keenly aware of strains of notes that didn’t [...]
Posted by Porch Queen in Goblin Writing Project, Prose on 18. Jan, 2012 | 1 Comment
{Thoughts of 2012} Beginning the new year for Porch Goblin. Surrender is the kind of word that provokes two reactions: disgust and joy. It’s viewed as a submission, an act that makes you a doormat. To me? It’s a choice. It’s not about surrendering to authority, surrendering all of yourself to nothingness. It’s not [...]
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