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PEOPLE! It’s Hump Day! And you know what that means? Another short story prompt! Prompt: You encounter the devil…only, you don’t know it’s the devil. The devil makes you a tantalizing offer…and you don’t...―
What’s up everybody??? Happy Tuesday from We Drink Because We’re Poets! Last week, Mr. Papi Z (who can’t be with us today for personal reasons) went ahead and hit y’all with a haiku prompt! And what did you all do?...―
I’ll cheat and answer the question before you read the post—neither is “right”, it “Depends” :-) Certainly, certain writers use too many words and others scrimp but Simple or Ornate is a decision that the ...―
People people people! Guess what today is? MONDAY! And since it’s Monday, we’ve another spectacular feature lined up for you, and this young lady is a very, very interesting human being. -Mya Brooks- Mya C. Brooks is a twenty-three...―
As the sole writer here at PhoenixDown, I’ve taken pride in my ability to write and post content to entertain you guys, and I’m in the process of expanding my circle of content to include all of the major forms of entertainment ...―
Happy Saturday Poets! If you’ve been following along with We Drink Because We’re Poets the last week, you know that we’ve been somewhat busy! And what have we been up to, lately? Come close, and I will tell you! 13 May Monday...―
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Lead became gold when in a fit of rage a man revealed to a king that even his path ended in a void when he looked down the barrel of a gun. 2012, Sahm King a poem about death, blogging, blogs with poems, creative writing, death poems, death ...―
Flashback Fridays! I’m very much enjoying ruffling through the old crate of notebooks. These poems are better than a journal. Less minutiae, more emotional memory. This one goes back to late undergrad and speaks of a young man who is having ...―
Spring- - winter unfurls its feathered wings. Cold white linen spreads over yarrow, again it hides for a time. Oh, how the seasons push and shove my moods I yearn for tomorrow’s return of spring- - and your sunny smile warming me in shades ...―
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