Interview with Blogger Michael Grogan: A Writer With A Superb Sense of Humor #amwriting #interviews #bloggers https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2018/04/21/interview-with-blogger-and-writer-michael-grogen-a-writer-with-a-superb-sense-of-humor-amwriting-interviews-bloggers/ — Read on mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2018/04/21/interview-with-blogger-and-writer-michael-grogen-a-writer-with-a-superb-sense-of-humor-amwriting-interviews-bloggers/
I see you, standing there with your passionate eyes feasting on my supple body a steady throbbing deep inside do you want this maiden fair? Do you like what you see when you look through me with such wild intensity? You take me in your arms with your wily charms melting my brash defiance … Continue reading See
I think it was in between Carver and Dostoevsky When I understood what Dylan Thomas meant by The light breaks where no sun shines, so I Found a heart where no beating had been felt. The blood rushed back like a flood, heart raced Like a youth chasing fireflies around a field. My mind, its … Continue reading The Melodies of Crickets
I want to take the time to share a beautiful poem from an old GDG Friend, Vanessa at Say No To Clowns. This poem hits me in a powerful way, she speaks about the importance of the one tribe that matters, the human tribe. A powerful message for our age and one that gets to the heart of the GDG – community, inclusion, love.
I’m sorry, I can’t read
your long soliloquy
And I know this wants to rhyme
But it shouldn’t.
Because now my mind is
going through the racks
of the vintage store I loved, years ago.
Sparkly and kitsch
eclipsed by the pitch
black of memories in coat pockets
and the spark in eye sockets
as they held my joyous orbs
(It took time and care
to find the gems there.)
There are many ‘clever’ souls
refining our fright,
our ear muffs on tight
as we step back in night
with our swords drawn.
But in this tiny blog space
there can be only one
tribe, that is.
If any at all.
And in case you were wondering,
it’s the human one.
I wish Tootsies still existed.
The craftsmanship was something to behold, and enjoy, and get lost in
(of varied conversations, I mean.
The clothes were…
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I see it rippling through our world. Consuming tree and stone and building, As innocence scream in terror. I’m trapped behind a wall of glass, Surrounded by blinking lights. And you are there beyond my reach watching the end draw nigh. I scream and cry, smash metal on metal, Fight valiantly to save you all … Continue reading Guest Barista Michael Erickson- Fire Upon The Skyline
You leave me somewhere between the pleasure and pain between dreams and reality the moment you bite your lip and moans deeply and leaves me with that aching it feels so surreal I feel so alive You leave me somewhere between the heaven and the hell when the sweet pain my body bears and you still leave … Continue reading Supplication-Megha Sood
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style” ― Maya Angelou Posted this as a comment to a share from Christine, but in spirit of National Poetry Month, I want to share one of the great voices, … Continue reading Maya Angelou
Kindra Austin, Jimmi Campkin, Christine Ray and Mariah Voutilainen are excited to announce that they will soon be launching Indie Blu(e). Indie Blu(e) is designed to be a vehicle to support both self-published writers and those published through small independent presses, as well as the readers who are passionate about independent writing. The concept for Indie Blu(e) grew out of … Continue reading Coming soon: Indie Blu(e)
Sarah Doughty at Heartstring Eulegies
“Poetry deserves to be felt.
Just like you.”
Let me tell you a little bit about how I fell in love with poetry. It wasn’t one thing, either. No one piece stood out to me and hit me like a ton of bricks. It was the little things. How the light moved through your hair and the dust particles danced in the air around you. It was the shade of your eyes. Reminding me why the sky is so beautiful during a clear day. It was the way you saw me. The way you let me see you. It was the way your hands moved, like they were meant to be touched. Where your fingertips ran over my skin, I could feel the electricity. It was your arms. Their strength. The way they could make my world stop spinning. Your heartbeat. The way it could call mine. It was…
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Welcome to Pay It Forward Thursday. All Go Dog Go readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from someone else’s blog in the comments section below. We encourage you to give a shout-out to someone who has wowed you as a reader, creatively inspired you, … Continue reading Pay It Forward Thursday- April 19, 2018