
Today we ask that you leave in comments great pages that you think we should follow. Be sure to include your own link! 😍

Today we ask that you leave in comments great pages that you think we should follow. Be sure to include your own link! 😍

Just a fyi we have been covered in stuff lately. I do plan on revisiting the author spotlight starting next week.

So, This is where we talk about older books. Has your book been out a year or more? Tell us about it! Links and blurb, and maybe your next read will be in the comments below! We are always looking for our next read, and everyone asks about your newest volume.
Here we show love to those books that are already out. Don’t have but one? Share it! Have not published yet? Share your favorite author. Let’s make the comments pop with suggested reading!

Oh to want to be remembered, To build a legacy, And live on, As an immortal…
Immortality #prose and #poetry

Emergent Spring ~ spring new buds seek the sun life emergent buzzing with motion birdsong fills the forest nests, caves, and dens being built harbingers of rebirth abound heeding the impulse of creation nature resplendent with color and sound ~ I picked an etheree as my form for this week’s poem. I love the shape […]
Emergent Spring

This being human is heavy tonightand I am thinking of the gym sauna,cedar hot against my skinaching from the distance I made it run,but still now in the dry heatalmost frozen still in fact,as the man in his fifties chats,learns what my parents do,starts explaining how fucked up things arewith the EU, Single Farm Payments, […]
Another Nothing Moment – A #Poem By Carol J Forrester

A painter without a brush, that’s what I’d like to be; a painter without a brushor any paint: to paint with words alonethe things I see, without too much of artifice,without restraint. I’m not sure I could paint youa sunset sky in poetry, and anywayyou know the way it goes:all crimsons, lilacs, pinks,the softer shades […]
A Painter Without a Brush #poetry #dVerse

Amid the chaosof our cluttered world,sometimes we have onlybut a past moment,something distinctly differentfrom all the other colorless days.And that one solitary moment,the one we treasurewith fondness and lovegives us something to cling towhen we can no longer seea single thread of light.Those rare moments existto reassure us during the timeswhen the dark daresto snuff […]
Something to cling to…
Without black, there is no whiteWithout white, there is no blackWhat you are asking for skinSkin whitening, skin brighteningEnds up with skin darkening ©️Athira2021 All Rights Reserved
#Poem #Free verse 14 #My skin your skin

My first blog post was “Why I Refuse to Judge Any Mother.” In it, I describe my observations of a friend’s mother, juxtapose her mother with how I felt about my own mother, and then explain how I hope my own daughters will see me as a mother—when they eventually begin to reflect. Out of […]
Writer’s Workshop: Voice