“Forgotten” a Blank Verse

Magazine

11391542_459876820840471_805396802206953597_n

There’s a scented silence here,

that’s broken only by the ticking of the kitchen clock,

and the sound of rain.

As I sit by the window,

watching drops of rain chase each other

down the windowpane,

a cup of warm tea sits on the table,

forgotten.


Written by

11265454_452079748286845_493100232050758188_nPriya Prithviraj writes poems which appear in the New Plains Review, The Tower Journal and in the forthcoming issue of The Linnet’s Wings. A major in English Literature at The English and Foreign Languages University in Hyderabad, she is a curriculum developer and has worked with Voice For Girls. She blogs at https:/priyaprithviraj.wordpress.com/

View original post

Book Review: The Memory Game by Nicci French

a little bird tweets

Hello Readers,

Last week I finished reading the psychological-thriller, The Memory Game, by Nicci French.

The following review focuses on the book from a writing perspective, with less focus on the sequence of events/plot. Please note, there will be spoilers.

Before I begin the review, I’d like to mention that one of the first books that really moved me as a reader (and actually made me want to write my own novel) was the psychological-thriller called Beneath the Skin, by Nicci French. I had immediately been drawn to the dark and frightening ‘stalker’ plot, the closeness of the first-person point of view, and the ‘zoomed-in’ attention to detail in description – it had me gripped! This book had inspired me to read more Nicci French books, such as Safe House and The Red Room. However, although I enjoyed reading these books, they never did have that packing punch that Beneath…

View original post 988 more words

Writing is Art — (Update)

— A beautiful and progressive one
You may not be a painter, or possess a trait of this form. Or even know much about Art form, but by writing, you are painting a mental visual, your words are a brush stroke. Metaphorically speaking. You are adding colours from a palette of words to generate an image. Your mind is constantly crafting a scene. By writing it takes you, the reader, on a journey of discovery. A transformation. Especially in the rythm of a book.

Write a word, and follow it with another, like a brush stroke. Plant a seed of intrigue. Experiment with the format of short and flash fictions that are effective and yet potent with the ability to throw you, the reader, into the moment. For beginners, it’s the right experiment to indulge in. It’s an effective way to learn about slicker editing structure. A structure thats only in the moments. Expand what you come to learn, and express. Work with a larger form of writing. An expansion of a narrative, you began to live within it, as if a second home.

As a writer, I come to believe, you also wear a variety of hats. But it an imaginative director producing mental images, by a specific sense of idea(s). Be it the characters you craft, you think from the perspective of them. And so, in a sense, you become the character(s). You visualise their appearance, their viewpoint of life, and how they respond a given situation. You become an editor as you walk yourself through an alternative universe created by you, a technican. The power of imagination is unlike anything. The levels of which escalate to genius state of engineering.

Take for example a specific type of character, you visualise a painter, but you may not know much about art. But through research, you depict your character generating an image, a painting, and so you walk the reader through how the character’s painting begins to take shape. I emphasise that you don’t need to be something in order to craft your character, but that through writing, you become many things. Power of mental images.

Writing is the opposite of painting, photography or film, a picture speaks a thousand words. Writing is also not just the formation of lyrics, and poems. But it’s a blend of generating mental images and putting them on the paper, be it by pen, a typewriter or even on the digital canvas and tools. Like a storyteller.

Like all forms of medium, its an expressive art. With a lot of feelings to it. It only takes an idea, and an atom of faith to jump start your imagination. The moment you take that, you began creating a mountain of inspiration. It’s incredible where the possibilities could lead to. Whatever your abilities are, harness them, expand, explore and experiment. Take on the daring risks and decisons, the challenges and the obstacles. This is crucial in the birth of a spark of talent. It takes practice. A series of extenstions. No one is prefect but at least you make an attempt.

Whatever you choose and come to be, you are engineered with potental, capabilites. Unlike anything created on the face of the planet… that is if UFOs don’t exist. You can make it possible if you chose to progress. Inspire the world through your art. If you find yourself lost without a sense of direction, remember your existence alone has a purpose. I leave you with this inspiring words by one of the most significant and influential filmmakers in cinema history. Part of a new Hollywood wave of filmaking.

“You can’t do your work according to the people’s values, I’m also not talking about following your dream either, I. I never liked the inspirational value of that phrase. Dreaming is a way of tribulising the process, the obsession that carries you through the failure as well as the successes which would be harder to get through. I mean if you’re dreaming you’re sleeping and it’s important and it’s impartive to always be awake to your feelings, your possibilities, your ambitions. But you also know this, for your work, your passion. Everyday is a re-education. Painters, dancers, actors, writers, filmmakers. It’s the same for all of you. All of us. Every step is a first step. Every brush stroke is a test. Every scene is a lesson. Every shot is a school. So, let the learning continue.” — Martin Scorsese

Am humbled by the kind response of a dear friend and emerging talent in painting, Emily Louise Heard who accepted to feature her work, ‘Dusk’- a beautiful harbour at night, the art cover. In great support of her, always.

You can follow her beauriful work on the links below;

http://www.emilylouiseheard.com

https://www.facebook.com/emilylouiseart

http://instagram.com/emilylouise_art

https://emilylouiseheardart.wordpress.com

. . .

This piece is #trending on ReadWave! ‎

Thank you to all readers, deeply appreciate your support. My readers base has crossed 8000+ on ReadWave! Wow! Truly awesome! #God bless.

I Carved Out Stars From the Sky

Written by Ay

I carved out stars from the sky
that melted in my hands
flung buckets into the waves
to hold all the salt
Planted rocks between grasses
trees on top of mountains
I buried every cloud that slept
The sun caught me sleeping
until I built shelter with books
and then even the moon came to drink
at my table.
Stars became weary watching the horizon
mop up the night
I sent up satellites to entertain them
but the moon left me to count
blinking lights
So here the sun and I stand
jealously awaiting the moon
Sharing a desert that burns
as it cools.

View original post

The Summer of the Witch

Whoa! Dear Basia, intense stuff. : )

Basia J Wolf

Light streamed into the dankness, fingering its way across the uneven floor and up the blood spattered walls to the ceiling. There was more to this small, cramped space than the eye could see; something beyond claustrophobic, something beyond, far beyond the depths of despair and terror embedded in the walls. It was woven into the air, into the filth and the dust particles that danced before her eyes; its scent lingered in the dried urine, mold and blood; its essence floated in the air, trapped in the jagged rays of light, pointing, pointing, pointing, look at me, Karen, look at me.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

View original post

Artist’s Interview- Emily Louise Heard Art

An interview of a wonderful and talented friend. : )

Emily Louise Heard

emily louise heard art, colourful paintings Emily Louise Heard Art- Decisions decisions…

1) Tell us about yourself (background, location, age, fun facts, hobbies) 

Born in Wales, I am 25 years old, I have three siblings, and I am currently living and working in Stratford Upon Avon with my partner Matthew.  I have loved art all of my life, and vividly remember being no more than five years old staring at a painting on a wall, utterly transfixed.  From that moment on I knew that all I really wanted was to learn how to draw and paint, and I am still learning every single day!
I have a degree in Psychology, and as a self taught artist I have experienced a lot of trial and error in refining my artistic skills and abilities, particularly with my painting.
I dabble in Yoga, I am obsessed with dogs, and I own far too many turquoise things and silver rings!

View original post 1,706 more words

Looking Through Sad

My prayers and blessings go out dear Dionne. : )

Dionne Lister - Author

Poetry isn’t my best ‘thing’ but it’s a wonderful way of exorcising intense feelings. I wrote this because someone I love is dying of cancer, a scenario all too common these days. I’m also sending hugs to everyone out there who has lost someone they love to the hateful thing called death.

Looking Through Sad

I’m looking through sad
My heavy gaze
Barely touched by my smile.
Weighed down by sorrow
The press of recollection
Of a truth better not known
That lies at the end
Of everything

View original post