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Calling all Artists! Accepting Submissions for March and April!

Call for submissions…all mediums welcome 🙂

Artists4Peace

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Upcoming Topics/Deadlines:

March

How does one find peace in daily life?

Submission Deadline March 1st
Selected Entries will be posted March 15th


April

How does language influence peace?

Submission Deadline April 1st
Selected Entries will be posted April 15th


Feel free to send in any other Peace related art at any time for consideration to be posted throughout the month. Remember just blog as you normally would and then email a link to your post to artists4peaceproject@gmail.com for consideration!


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1-Please reblog, facebook, tweet, messenger pigeon 🙂 this post.  

We need to get the word out and get even more people sharing their art to promote love, understanding and peace throughout the world.

2-We ask that if you haven’t already please put the Artists 4 Peace logo on your blog.  It will not only show others you are part of the…

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Gaylord

Gaylord was lonely

not alone mind you

as a member of the royal family

he was well liked and sought after

after all  money and title are attractive things

but he cried out for

the one

she, who would know his soul

he did try to find her

dating the town’s daughters

of the right age

desperately, feverishly

smart, dull, slender, plump, short, tall

he dated them all

but alas she was not among them.

Gaylord was no Geppetto

nor a Dr. Frankenstein

really he was more of a dandy

a pretty, yet fairly useless man

i never understood why he felt deserving

of this mysterious, wonderful she

anyway back to Gaylord

he decided if he couldn’t find her

he would make her

and as he had no scientific training

nor even basic carpentry skills

he decide to use his talents as a master confectioner

yes, it’s true marzipan was usually

used to fashion

diminutive fruits and vegetables

yet, in a stroke of madness genius

he thought it the perfect medium

In his kitchen he donned an apron

to protect his exquisite

coat with blue velvet tails

and he sculpted her soft face

from the almond paste

and what happened next

 

was strange indeed

if fact my friends

you will not believe

for such things

you cannot conceive

so really it may be best to stop here

why continue in vain

this tale of love, madness and marzipan?

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

 

 

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Cell Memory

there-

do you see it? look! look harder

you gotta kinda squint your eyes and let go

let the focus slide a little off and look with you soul

with the wide red eyes of your heart

now

LOOK

do you see?

do you SEE?

i dreamed of you and that is the scary part

it’s not just that you’re you and you’re beautiful

it’s that you are so aptly suited to me

like i couldn’t have built you better

sometimes, oh, sometimes i think i am so STUPID —

so stupid to let myself get into this mess

but i’ve been living it for so long i don’t know what else to do or how else to be

sometimes,  oh sometimes,  i wonder

it is to you, but i won’t let you read this because it doesn’t mean anything

and you don’t need to know

it’s all been to someone

all of it

it’s always been aimed somewhere

just happens to be you — this time

which is to say —

it’s the most real thing in the world

but in the end it is less about you

and more about me because when you’re gone

i will still have my words

me and my Words

a match made somewhere on the rim of hell

oh, and i don’t even know what i’m blathering about anymore

it’s all gotten lost in the translation from thought to tongue to paper

it is all lost

and i’m

lost

LOST

if I keep this up I’m gonna say something I can’t take back

going to confess some terrible rhyme

one of these days you’ll take your hair down and it will kill me

i don’t know how to explain but i have this THING for hair

for long dark hair on long white men

it’s something older than time and a memory in my cells

some THING that makes my soul ache

i am ample distraction

if i sit here long enough

maybe i’ll sprout roots

maybe i’ll grow on you

(sounds like a threat to me — better run!)

(come undone)

(better do it, now –or else)

when you opened the door did you expect to find me?

do you know what you are looking at?

do you know me and will you hear my name?

i don’t ask or offer because i don’t want to be turned down

even gracious objection is wounding enough on its own

without the killing pain of outright refusal

but — you KNOW, now you know, i told you and you still talk to me like i’m a human being —

that is something

something i wouldn’t have had the guts for a year ago

do you ever wonder at the tide of time?

do you wonder as the candy-man plinks coins off the links in my spine?

not like that, not like it was but as it will be

future imperfect, the residual of years of languages —

wild

feral

bestial

Queen

oh the things

you might have been

i couldn’t let it be a secret, not this time, you’re too you for me to have suffered in silence

where is this going?

is it at an end —

oh gods

i don’t know

how to end

i never have

that’s my curse

and gift i guess

this mobius strip of endless dithering

i think i must

stop

now

or else

it’s time

now

for my date

with

Death

~Melanie Blackwell

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