i ascend with a crooked wing
that dangles against
my back
its feathers limp
and crushed
with bonemeal
its tendons snapped
and sticking
to my shoulder blades
my other wing is dipped in blood
but beats the air
into mere ripples
as i surge with
copper between my teeth
and red staining the corners
of my eyes
i ascend despite a crooked wing
© 2016 Stellular Scribe
we are what the earth becomes
when comets spit their residue
into lifeless oceans
that s h a k e
atop veins of rock
and the remains of dead things
don’t you see us
s p i n n i n g
through the lost parts of the night
hair
s t r e a m i n g
with forgotten pieces of sunlight
we are what the earth becomes
when all else blows
into motion
© 2016 Stellular Scribe
Well, it’s been a long couple of weeks. Whether you follow American politics or not, and no matter your opinions for or against the president elect, I feel like we all just need to relax. Unwind. Take a breather. Think about your loved ones. Drink some tea. Listen to this calming instrumental playlist I made just for you.
And, of course, write.
Happy writing!
Writer’s block may seem like a terminal illness, but sometimes the smallest of sparks can “kindle” your craft. Today we have the digital painting “Salar de Uyuni” by fromsky.
Ask yourself: Who are they? Where are they? What are they feeling? What are they about to do? Write about who they are, what situation they are in, and what they will do next. It can be a poem, short story, long fiction, anything — let the kindling commence!
I’d love to hear what you come up with. Feel free to share your writing in the comments!
Stellular Scribe 