Happy first birthday to my poetry blog!! xx -b.s.
I don’t want to hurt anyone but I’ve been hit too hard too often - b.s.
Most Girls -b.s.
Welcomed Guest -b.s.
A villanelle I wrote for my anthology
I apologize for the lack of posts for the past month. I’ve been on vacation without access to internet and have been working on short stories/a collection of work that I will post when I feel happy with it. I’ll whip up some poems right now, though :)
when an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written
it’s quite often an expression of trust
because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart
little pieces of the artists themselves
and if they’re willing to share it with you
you should appreciate it
The rain never really did stop. It did not chill or soak, but rather warmed. It kissed the town’s weary skin and gave it life. Or maybe they breathed it into each other. You could smell the cold, a perfume that you could never really find outside the rain region. They lived in the drizzle and in stained purple
I’m working on an online portfolio but this is a short story I wrote (and published on that blog) so you guys should go check it out. It’s actually pretty decent if I say so myself (murder is always fun)
Cigarettes - b.s.
aka a song for writer’s craft which I adapted from a series of somethings that I am working on