Spilt Milk Issue six, curated by Sam Peczek et al.
Check it out! Like a Shield by Esther Poyer
Tags: adventure, culture, guyana, London, mother, poem, published
The Complete Works Of… [Poem]
16 Aug
The Complete Works Of…
The wounded woman and the myth of freedom.
She had great expectations in the nature of blood,
both inside and out. Here, bullet, now awake kissing bone,
where acid etched each happiness ringed by lions.
Restoration became the mercy, with communion after rain.
A found poem. I used these book titles:
The Wounded Woman
The Myth of freedom
Great expectations
The nature of blood
Inside Out
Here, bullet
Awake
Kissing Bone
Where Acid Etched
Each Happiness Ringed by Lions
Restoration
The Mercy
Communion
After Rain
The Complete Works of Nathanael West
Thanks, Naomi for allowing me to browse your book shelf.
Tags: depression, Found poetry, heartbreak, Kissing, life, poems, relationships, women, wordplay
M1 Service Station Named Moto [Poem]
10 AugAn M1 service station named Moto
Faceless, tasteless, baseless, users
dressed in shell-like tracksuits,
from thrifty Sheffield
indoor markets, but at least
I’ve got me a Costa coffee.
Burn black rubber, eat up
and swallow pebbled tarmac;
choke the choke, gas the gas
heads and shoulders encased in
frosty windscreens, but at least
I’ve got me a Costa coffee.
L.E.D boards throwing shapes
delays between junctions
thirteen and twenty-one with
no hard shoulder for
six hundred yards. SPRAY
SLOW DOWN. GALES
SLOW DOWN, but at least
I’ve got me a Costa coffee.
Box on wheels
Box on wheels
Box on wheels. Miss
the turn off and join long queue
of moto cars crawling ten yards
every seventh minute.
Sitting here
Sitting here
Sitting here. Die,
I’m on the verge and ponder;
get out and walk or throw
myself onto the hardshoulder.
I wonder if there’s been an accident
Small reward for sitting in this car jam
(that is no party), and there’s still
some left in my Costa coffee.
Traffic flows, tangled car wreck,
police cars and an ambulance,
blue lights flashing
Rubber necking
Rubber necking
Rubber necking
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ABOUT this poem: I wrote this while in a traffic jam on the way home from an Arvon writing retreat a couple of years ago. I wrote it on my iphone. It’s about boredom and blood lust.
Tags: blood lust, british, Coffee, humour, poem, road trip, travel
Performance [Poem]
3 Aug
I take a shallow bow
and thank the audience.
One step closer.
Mouth at the microphone. It stinks
of old chewing gum and bile.
(I make a mental note
to buy my own Sennheiser).
I see you only in the front row.
I don’t mind. Sometimes,
most times when I’m performing
— I disappear. I’m not
at the front of the room
it’s another me, this
polished human being.
There’s something about
the occasion that makes me
lose my airs and graces, and
though my heart beats like a
trapped deer, I am at peace.
When I am singing, the notes
reverberating in my throat
and my nose, the melody pulsing
in my ears. I am me.
I am at peace.
About to break
into tears, but they don’t
run, they just sit
— right on the edge.
My vocals? They are not me,
but a bunch of me’s.
Everything out there, is right here,
I’m on the faces in the front row.
Why, what do you think?
What do you know about me?
I’m trying to keep it natural.
Just me, just you, all thousand hundred
and thousand hundred more. Your kisses warm,
batting through open air like powdery moths.
I don’t see your colours, I feel them
along my arms and inside my chest;
at the mercy of your call
and response.
Tags: first draft, heartbreak, love, poem, relationships, romance, spirituality, women
Trust30 Writing Challenge: It’s a wrap! [General]
2 JulIt’s a wrap…
Day 3 I believe we are all created beings…
Day 4 Post-it Question by Jenny Blake (part 1)
Day 4 Dream time, don’t out stay your welcome (part 2)
Day 5 One more drop in the bucket list
Day 6 Come alive
Day 7 Dare to be bold, (but first let go!)
Day 8 Who I am being now is who I am in the future
Day 9 Always do what you are afraid to do
DAy 11 What Lithe said, a short story
Day 12 The divine idea: Imitation or inspiration
Day 13 An odyssey beyond prejudice, a prose story
Day 14 Surprise!
Day 15 Alternative paths
Day 16 One thing
Day 17 Peter Pan moment
Day 18 Invitation to the future, a poem
Day 19 How to dream, and life coaching
Day 20 Face and (fear)
Day 21 Speak less of your plans
Day 22 “You know”- I know what, buddy?
Day 23 Magic energy
Day 24 Intuition, the secret of fortune
Day 24 Courage to connect
Day 25 Most ordinary
Day 26 Personal recipe, how to make a living
Day 27 Alive-est
Day 28 Over-coming… and fear, exposed!
Day ?? Call to arms by Sasha Dichter
Day 30 Ten year text
#trust30 is an online initiative and 30-day writing challenge, click for full details.
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#trust30 is an online initiative and 30-day writing challenge, click for full details.
Tags: 30/30, bucket list, challenge, creativity, dreams, fun, inspiration, intuition, peter pan, poems, prose, Short story, spirituality, story, writing
Magic Energy: New extracts from #Trust30 2011 [General]
28 JunAn exercise in trust, a journey in self-reliance. I am two days and 3 posts to the end. It’s not been the proverbial roller coaster. I kid you not, it has been life-changing. The self-dev edge has generated a renewed purpose, defined life goals, new and exciting creative ideas, new connections with people and technology, positive exposure, focus, confidence, excitement, insight and inspiration. All of that, plus plenty of writing practise.
Looking back over the month from twenty-eight days past makes these monthly challenges seem like a long haul, which perhaps they are. While in the mix of one it seems to become normal, it can feel Ordinary. But it’s really not, it’s potent. And even though there are those moments around day 8 and into the 21st and 22nd days, of wishing for the end. Now it’s almost here I don’t want it to. I have a plan for continuing on at thirty30 over on Tumblr.
Thank you dear readers.. much love. I’ve posted a couple of links below too..
Best wishes,
Esther
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ALIVE-EST
Beneath the surface in my local pool, I cannot not smell a thing! I see the rippled figures of fellow swimmers…
MAGIC ENERGY
Enthusiasm is energy (everything is energy). Enthusiasm is physical, a release of endorphins – walking, rambling, jogging, rumba,…
#trust30 is an online initiative and 30-day writing challenge, click for full details.
Intuition, the secret of fortune #Trust30 [Prose]
24 Jun
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This air of alacrity, her eyes are tranquil pools, oval shaped and knowing. Slim build and about my height at five feet, seven inches her movements are fluid. As if connected to some invisible entity in the air. Shimmering brown skin, locs tumbling down her back, she is dressed in a flowing shalwar kameez of translucent white cotton.
The moment I see her I know I will follow. I am compelled. Utterly free from time and space. We are at the Azure Window… cont’d here.
#trust30 is an online initiative and 30-day writing challenge, click for full details.
Tags: #Trust30, intuition, Ralph Waldo Emerson, spiritual
#Trust30 Writing Challenge Twists and Turns [General]
23 JunHi! A fly by with a quick update.
This current writing challenge is taking my writing in directions I never expected, I am surprised and delighted in the moments I start to think it’s running out of steam and I should stick to what I know in terms of poem writing challenges. But it’s impacting my life positively where the self-development slant finds its way into the journey. It’s good.
Since my last post here on poetArt I’m playing catch up by three days. However, I recently penned a piece entitled, Invitation to the Future. A short extract below and in full over on www.trustthirty.tumblr.com
Check it out > >
Fearsome, the note of entering the unknown,
a motionless thought, unbreathing.
We wish before we allow ourselves to dream
where the bridge of safety lies between two hearts
,
the twin beats mirrored in my mind.
The barren empty of a charred oil drum
flames forgotten, are the many moments of marvel
your smile made in me – figures dancing on blue lines.
A wish before the dream comes …
Best wishes, Esther
Namaste!
#trust30 is an online initiative and 30-day writing challenge, click for full details.
Tags: #Trust30, adventure, challenge, children, family, mother, nature, poem, women, Writing Exercises
News on the #Trust30 Writing Challenge [General]
16 Jun
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Hi! I am still at it over on www.trustthirty.tumblr.com, writing daily for the month of June. I’ve a couple of days to catch up and I’m still motivated and inspired by it. I’m also working on my novel, which to me is a different kind of writing. Fiction writing has to be crafted within its own set of conventions and structured in relation to traditional story-telling techniques. So, I enjoy the freedom of prose, a little like writing morning pages. Listening for and letting the words come and simply writing them down, but without (I don’t) doing very much editing before posting it out. You can’t tell who reads it on tumblr as they don’t have analytics yet, but that said while in The George at Birkbeck last night my friend mentioned she’d read my blog – ha!ha! I post as if no one reads them, but I guess so. Oh, didn’t I mention? Yes, I’m completing my MA Creative Writing this term. Two years. Flown by.
Anywho – back to prose writing on #Trust30. It’s all good practise. I created this character called Lithe, well anyway she seems to have appeared as you will have seen from my last post on here. She seems to be the voice behind the prose pieces, even when she is not starring in them. Ignore the self-dev posts, necessarily introspective, but probably boring for readers. Links to Lithe >>> below >>>
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Best wishes
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THE DIVINE IDEA: Imitation or Inspiration?
AN ODYSSEY BEYOND PREJUDICE, A PROSE STORY
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Day 10 #Trust30 Writing Challenge [Fiction]
11 Jun
Image by Byrnesyliam via Flickr
What Lithe Said, a short story
CAN-YOU-DIG-IT! CAN-YOU-DIG-IT! It was like that scene in the movie, Warriors. Silas, renegade, addressing all the gangs of America in an attempt to create peace, harmony and brotherhood.
They said her name was, Lithe. She looked tiny up there on the fourth plinth, I’d never seen Trafalgar Square so rammed. It was cosmopolitan, a rich mix of tourists from all four corners of the world, for after all we are all tourists. Here for a minute, a baby’s breath in infinity.Where had she come from, she looked otherworldly, ethereal, not from here. Not from the concrete, steel and glass of this city, but from seasoned earth, yellow dust and copper. There was a scent of marigold in the air. She wore thick ropes of hair, that tumbled down her back, ebony at the root transforming to chestnut brown at the tips. She carried well her sure features and large eyes, her raw sienna complexion like the shimmering Vega in the evening sky. The sun hovered, its waning rays resting on and warming our backs as we craned our necks to listen, mesmerised by a cadence that seemed to captivate.
Today, I think I’m going to preach. Sermonise. But not like a preacher. Today, I think I’m going to preach. Sermonise. But not like a preacher. I’m going to begin at my beginning. Take us back. Shake us up. I’m going to debunk the Good Book. Tell people to stop damn well believing in it! …
Continued over on… www.trustthirty.tumblr.com
Tags: #Trust30, first draft, God, humanity, London, Short story, spirituality, thoughts
Another month, another 30/30 challenge [General]
9 Jun
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“Today, words betray the sense of time, truth remains in the minds eye. I listen to the singing of angels and I am reminded of my worth. Each note is music to my ears, represents a passion tone, a cure for ailments of the heart. I presuppose my ability to choose the heart medal, a shield for the love of good measure. How many purposeful thoughts and actions can I make into reality, real expression of who I am, who I have been and who I am becoming? We are always becoming. The moment we ‘arrive,’ is that of the passing into the next life. All dying is suicide…
Hi! You have just been reading an extract from a response (my response) to the #Trust30, online initiative and 30-day writing challenge from The Domino Project. So just in case any of you, my rocking readers were wondering… I haven’t gone away. I’m still here, still seeking new,wayward and intrepid writing challenges. I’m finding it more self-dev/ existential thinking, than ‘creative writing’ per se. So. Not that different from writing poetry then…
To read the rest of the extract and more of my responses to the daily Ralph Waldo Emerson inspired prompts go here:
www.trustthirty.tumblr.com
btw: the tumblr platform’s cool. It’s like Facebook on acid. It allows you to easily share content from within the platform, and from across the internet, while connecting with other tumblrs. Check it out of you haven’t already and if you have, what do you think? Post a link and we can share content!
Best wishes,
Esther
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Tags: #Trust30, adventure, art, challenge, creative writing, new, news, prose, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self Reliance
reunion [Poem]
5 JunThought of love as thwarted; eleventh hour
Chorus of two – multiplied we sing again
Jaw squared and cradled soft in warmth of palms
completely and in sync again.
Blood rose overflows as if passion had been
poured; and all the shallows of night time fears fill
Preciously as each inside beat. All of
one divinity we shared.
Tags: first draft, form, love, poetry, relationships, romance, sapphic
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