Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
Today our prompt is Broken Pen.
For me that best medium is poetry. My worst is watercolor. This is a question to get you thinking. Why is this medium is better? What gives you a better ability of create with one over another? What do you like about it?
This is such a weird concept for most. We creatives rarely consider the why. But this is a legitimate question… Why do you create? What is your preference for media? Thinking about the why and how might spark other ideas.
Last night
I went to bed with Emily Brontë.
What can a modest man say?
We scaled passions great heights,
And, in the midst of our delight
She lost her tights.
Then, on my way
Back over the moor
I saw
Nelly Dean
Who said, with a gleam
In her eye
“Thrushcross Grange is nigh.
Will you come back with me
For tea?”.
But I made reply,
“No, not I
For, if you take a look
None of this is in Emily’s book …!”.
I looked inside,
Into my depth,
My night I thought will never end.
I tumbled over the things I couldn’t see.
I tried to focus into the darkness,
And that was when the stars appeared.
©Zeina A.G
By Charles Robert Lindholm
You see me in the shadows
but never run away
You look toward me
searching for my eyes
but it’s me who looks away
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look no further for the Maya
all are here happy healthy
bright eyed with fallacies shared by us all
sharing the martyrdom of our vices
look no further i have found them in the kids the pregnant tamalera the foxy dragged-out boys with their sexy telenovela Spanglish bereft of any Chilam Balamisms
i found them in the soccer shops the beer joints and the CVS’s i found them at the depots and outside of the sweat shops
the Maya are all here dressed in Catholic nylons and 4 dollar shoes. veiled, feeding pigeons, praying for me as i’m walking by
that i unlike them will be spared by our God
i found the Maya queens laden with ten babes of love i found them enthralled by the neon signs i found them hanging on to street light poles placing paper printed email hoping for some hope
i found them lacking…
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