Tag: poetry
August Virtual Write-In
Hello, friends! I’ve been away too long, and I cannot wait to get in the writing habit again. Our next virtual write-in is coming right up. It’s Thursday, August 13th from 7:00-8:30 in your home! Grab some comfy clothes, a writing utensil, and let’s get writing! It takes just $15.00 to secure your spot. Tell a friend! See you soon!
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May Virtual Write-In
Home is where your story begins, so why not join other writers and create from home? On Wednesday, May 27th from 7-8:30 PM, we will join together on Zoom to create next-level original work.
For $15.00, writers have the opportunity to write creatively, share their work with other writers, win raffle prizes, and learn about publication opportunities. Grab your favorite night time beverage and create with us!
Let’s break through the quarantine blues with some inspiration and community in the name of writing! Share with a friend who needs to begin writing again. Geography is no obstacle! See you Wednesday!
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Join Our April Virtual Write-In!
Have you always wanted to join a writing group, but you can’t seem to get out of the house? No problem! Join our virtual write-in for raffle prizes, writing prompts, feedback, and more! Write with us this Thursday, 7:30-9:00 pm from the comfort of your home. **Kids and pets are welcome.
Click a link below to register for only $15.00!
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Write With Us In March!
Have you been wanting to begin writing? Have you been wanting to continue writing? Either way, we’ve got a spot for you this March! Join local writers in Omaha for a write-in. With registration, writers receive a notebook, a drink, raffle prizes, and writing prompts. Come see what the fuss is all about.
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Altered Ego
Altered Ego published by The Sunlight Press
Like egg white
parchment
it sits, glaring
and professing
common truths
“Isn’t it nice?” They say.
Isn’t it just right?” They say.
And you smile because
it is long built
and fits over
the vulnerable
places. Encasing
ashes. Embracing
unsavory desires.
Fingers run
like wild adventurers
over its edgelessness
searching for
something sharp.
Aching to feel
a prick. A flick.
And just over the
silence, the buzz begins.
The restless sound
that comes from
the fertile soft parts.
It’s there.
The pulsing
The intoxication.
So animal-like
A crescendo of
adrenaline cries
out but too late
And for what?
It’s encased in
Perkiness.
It’s desert dry
And those new
and old promises
burn out to the quiet
The nice.
The expected.
After all,
it’s long built.
A revolution is
no match for its walls.
And they continue
suffocating what
begs to be unsettled.
