Monthly Archives: February 2015

Love and Sex and Poetry – What’s Your Favorite?

“If my Valentine you won’t be,
I’ll hang myself on your Christmas tree.”

-Ernest Hemingway

Today, millions of people will be in love.

Today, millions of people will be in tears.

And today, millions of people probably won’t care that it’s Valentine’s Day. But I care. I care a lot.

You know why?

Because love and loss are the greatest catalysts of poetry, poetic language, and all things written.

Today, I want to hear about your favorite poems, songs, notes, letters, or passages on all things Love. And Lust. And the wonders of human connection. If you wrote your own piece, or want to share a particularly moving blog post about love, please post it down in the comments below!

To get things started, I’ll share one of my favorite songs from Chet Baker:

As always, don’t forget to like and follow the blog. Happy Valentines day to you, dear writers. 

Image courtesy of Brittanie Loren Pendleton via Flickr Creative Commons.

Half the Battle (Short Fiction: 150 Words)

It’s not Friday, it’s not a hundred words or less, but following rules was never really my strong suit. Here is my piece for last week’s ‘Friday Fictioneers’ prompt over at Rochelle’s blog. Maybe this week I’ll try to be on time. 

B and C were tied together at the ankle, waiting impatiently for Y and Z to do the same.

“What’s in the house?” C asked, leaning on her free leg while B was rushing the other pair to hurry up.

“B told me there was treasure. Is there treasure, B?” Y asked.

“YES,” an exasperated B, “but only the smartest group gets it, and that’s gonna be me and C.”

“Yea!” Said C.

“Nuh uh,” said Y.

“You kidding? Look how long it’s taking Z to tie that knot around your legs. I bet it’s not even a real knot,” B bent down and pretended to inspect it, but he didn’t actually know what a real knot was.

Without warning, B stood back up and shouted “Go!” while pulling C behind him.

Silent Z tugged at Y’s arm, and pulled her around the outside of the maze. They reached the house first, but the only treasure they found was the sound of B and C’s arguing voices, still lost in the hedges.

Thank you for reading! Tell me what you thought in the comments below, and don’t forget to like or follow the blog. Criticism is always a gift. And don’t forget to check out the other submissions here.

Image courtesy of Melanie Greenwood