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stevenluce · 8 months

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Hey! If you write poetry and want to be on my online poetry magazine please send me a message, submit your work to me, or hashtag your work with, ‘#newwavepoetry’

I’ve been doing poetry on this site for thirteen years and am trying to do what the people did for me when I started.

Please don’t be a stranger and get your work out there! I’m trying to do what poetryriot once did. The tumblr poetry community thanks you! “#newwavepoetry”

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unpolished-ink · 5 months

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imperiallefty · 7 years

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stevenluce

Now I Have To Walk Away In Remanents

Now I have to fall in love with remnants Now I have to bury my body and haunt some abandoned amusement park And here comes the marching band And there goes something else

I wish I was home I wish I was home I’m home The trashcan’s full The dishwasher’s clean Drywall humming I wish I was home

I think I need to stop being so mean to people I just get stuck in things I need to stop getting stuck in things Always lashing out at someone It’s not fair Never fair I hope I reread this

Now I have a suitcase full of quarters Now I have artificial wind blowing across my back Now I have to accept whatever and get over it And here comes the marching band And there goes something else

#spoken word #stevenluce #writerscreed #brokensoulsuploads #twcpoetry #poets on tumblr #r.p.

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jonaswpoetry · 7 years

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stevenluce replied to your post “The cusp of division”

Great writing

Thank you, you’re very kind :)

#stevenluce

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jabberamongthetrees · 7 years

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#good blogs #poetry #spilled ink #creative #stevenluce

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yesterwillow · 6 years

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When the humid night sets in, the lonely blankets me as if it's preparing to lull me to sleep

I stare out just past the glow of the back porch light into the blackness

Insects buzz aimlessly in and out of the aura like the tormenting thoughts that plague my mind

Looming in and out of my headspace, just long enough to send me plunging into my own darkness

Until sunrise, when the newness of day reminds me that I'm not alone

Thanks to @wildheartedghost for the tag. I tag @stevenluce to write about the current weather!

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perfect-poetry-prompts · 6 years

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@stevenluce I didn't mean literally everyone. It's meant to mean "everyone around you" or "everyone in the house" or something to that effect. It's meant to evoke a feeling.

#not a prompt

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remake-my-day · 6 years

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Elements Tag

RULES: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine peope

I was tagged by @bookishserendipity03. This is the first time I’ve seen this one so I’m tagging some. Don’t wanna do it? Don’t. Wanna do it? Do!

@inhale-exhate @i-live-for--the-aesthetic @ishanijasmin @bonewrites @praggya1993 @stevenluce

AIR

I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE

I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER

I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midday most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH

I wear glasses/contacts • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER

I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

#not poetry #about me #heyy #i'm alive

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soulreserve · 7 years

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New favorite bloggers?

Old-favourites first eh?

@litglob , @mikefrawley, @definegodliness , @writteninjoy2, @teacup13 , @wordswritteninsilence, @dhritspoetry , @thissometimepoet, @ceeslife, @aubriestar,@alexandraswritingblock, @shentoncarrington , @strikezilla01, @wintermanworld, @sangocrayon, @chucklingpecan, @wordrummager, @mist2myst, @madworlddiary, @quaintobsessions, @cubaboy, @ellenya, @anjo-da-guarda-me, @awhorableperson, @inrumford , @sirmorose , @dustseeker, @teaberrybee, @merseawaves, @ajttk, @highlandsmistwoman, @starlight2travel, @lzlabs, @aftersalt, @street-heart-posts, @forpoetry, @denmysterywoman, @rhymesalot, @fakesurprise, @randomlyjay, @terracemuse, @towardsnihility, @the-sum-of-many-poets, @pocochon, @jcatmoonlight, @lonelyroadrunner, @mariposaheart, @celtic-poetry, @torrentialmonsoon, @echoes-of-me, @thatrandompoet, @rarasworldbro, @nightofvanity, @cherokeeghostwriter, @forpoetry, @jhlumyk, @woodsong, @jewelrygirl82, @batvalentinworld, @sunsbythethousands, @midnightxmasquerade, @barbaranestor, @trixclibrarian, @mormatt15, @babylon-crashing, @stormycloudypoems, @roman–empyre, @quietdissidentlyricist, @2ndtim3around, @sarcaveman, @rodolfo9999, @beingabeverage, @ambroseharte, @darkhorsepoet, @honeythoughts, @nosorryforyou, @followcb, @lebuc, @pomegranatepithos, @suzyhazelwood, @trinns, @tridancer, @mysublimejourney, @frsphoto, @poeticallyprofound, @polvo-xo, @mimosa203, @thelightoffireflies, @amadeuswolfe, @cornelisrage, @elephantsoutside, @cloudsbursting, @chimerawitch, @theoutdoorsthinksofyou, @sebargan2313, @californiacougar, @snowyowlpost, @my-inside-voice, @whereflowersbloom, @mycosmicbackyard, @sporadicalbits, @besottedwanderlust, @mgreywood, @baileeofhay, @patchworkheart6, @infamouslyroggy, @agentlemanswords, @x-changes, @thesealivesinme, @bowink, @cruxymox, @takingstockofwhatmattersmost, @kyrah52, @sadcats13, @stevenluce, @quietpoet, @darkredrogue, @poetcc-things, @kimbeyerjohnson, @purplemonkeysexgod69, @katrinnac, @nadaclouds, @scribblingsofstu, @boxjellyfish87, @phoenixheartsongrising, @rodolfo9999, @je-suiselle, @doctordearie, @mavieenmots, @bluemonkwrites, @kneipho, @kamala-laxman, @youroldragdoll

And the new-favourites, blogs whom I recently started following:

@sealanehill, @jonaswpoetry, @sonador-reveur, @you-are-my-poetry, @gspoems, @behind-the-sun, @jmhillman, @shabdpurvaiya, @maggierella, @jakub-beralski, @dancing-bare-foot, @hopelesswhale, @165poundsofregret, @jimmyblues1, @happilyheartbroken13, @wordsoncanvas, @gracebabcockwrites, @proliferatorofgoodvibes, @strangecolorenthusiast, @kyressin, @1-04-09-11, @paratmin, @foileys

I know this is a big list, I am surrounded by beautiful people!

#Anonymous #asks #thank you #personal #<3 #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr

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stevenluce · 5 months

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Poetry With A Dirty Pen

Old friends dancing around

On psychiatric drugs

Dressed up as Gram Parsons

Radio humming

Mocking standardized high school tests

Violent

Passive aggressive

Sweet

Unset ink

Accidentally smudging

Flicking rhinestones into oblivion

William Blake dissolving into modern concrete descriptions

Jack Kerouac kept in hell for not asking permission

Gregory Corso outliving both

Reading Shelley w/o reading Shelley

Slide guitars rambling in the distance

Stolen cars moaning in the background

Old trees croaking

Whispering, “I love you”

Candle lit

Shelves hung up with thumb tacks

Ceramic songbirds settled

Trying to keep up with the seasons

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unpolished-ink · 5 months

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sulfurousdreamscapes · 7 years

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Sylvie sat down on the tip of the dragon’s tail, brushing the dust off of the scales with her broomstick. Opposite her, and beyond and her three companions, the dragon glared at her. He could still blink his eyes, even if the rest of his body had been paralysed. Its pupils moved to a subject much closer: Amana, who had just finished brewing potions.

The dragon, Erthyndir, told them telepathically that the noxious potions greatly disturbed him. Still, Crimson made Amana brew them all the same, ignoring Amana’s concern for the aging dragon. “Oh he’ll just keep cursing and threatening us till he dies, pay him no mind. He’s quite literally furniture that doesn’t shut up,” Crimson said, brushing her ruby-coloured hair.

“If you say so,” Amana replied, and looked once more to Erthyndir, as if for permission. Erthyndir was too proud to call the adventurers by their names, but he always spared Amana’s description from entering his telepathic tirades. Crimson thought that Erthyndir hoped Amana will cure him one day. That maybe if he put up with the smells of her potions, one day she’ll brew something that will bring back life in his body.

Hadrian struck the dragon’s side with his gigantic hammer, its handle almost as long as he was tall. Erthyndir immediately cursed. The stone that his scaley exterior had turned into negated any pain he might feel, but he greatly admired his appearance, and the adventurers using his body as disposable furniture made him greatly angry.

Crimson finally gathered everyone in the little area that formed between the curve of the tail and the neck. The party had placed a pilfered table there, and on it was a map of the region, wrinkled and torn in many places, particularly along the creases. Crimson pointed to a location north of the cave they were in.

“This place looks like it’s ripe for the picking,” she said, her words always suggesting, but her eyes always commanding. “I had Sylvie take a look last night, it’s a mine with lots of undead hamsters. It’ll be a cakewalk.”

“Are they really hamsters?” Amana asked seriously.

“No, darling,” Crimson looked at her even more seriously, “They’re people. Undead people. This is why I had Hadrian drag a cart full of holy water.”

After she’d finished briefing the team, Crimson wrapped up the map.

“Wait,” Amana said, her eyes darting to the dragon, “Shouldn’t we… feed him? I mean… he could die if we just leave him.”

“Oh he’s a dragon. He’s not dying for a millennium at least, even if he gets no food. We don’t have to worry about-”

Erthyndir screamed into the adventurers’ minds for what seemed to several minutes before the team finally left the cave.

“Yeah, I don’t think we’re going to get any damn peace in this cave unless we kill him,” Crimson said.

“We should find a new place,” Hadrian said, his eyes already scanning the horizon.

Sylvie straddled her broom. “But first, the undead await,” she grinned.

"Back, are we?" Erthyndir's eyes looked at each entrant. "And here I thought you were all a pack of cowards, running away from an old dragon's bark."

"Can it, you oversized iguana," Hadrian sneered, "Or I'll knock a few more scales off of you. Maybe knock an eye out. How about that? I think we're long overdue for a blinding."

Erthyndir fell quiet, and the silence was broken by Crimson's laughter. Hadrian and Sylvie joined in. "So that's what he's afraid of," Crimson grinned, pulling a knife out of its sheath and dangerously flipping it about in front of his eye. Erthyndir closed his eyes.

"Cowards," he said quietly.

"Says the dragon," Crimson retorted, "This is more like a fair fight. Why, I'm sure that eyeball alone could crush Hadrian under its weight. Or Amana, at least. Why don't you try, dear old dragon?"

Amana stepped close to the dragon and laid her hand on its snout, running her hand over his dark grey scales. She hummed a song she'd learned as a child, a rare song known by both men and dragons. As she sang, Erthyndir's eyes watered, and sizeable streams of warm water flowed out from under the closed eyelid. Erthyndir joined in Amana's song, their duet growing louder and more triumphant.

"Is she controlling him?" Sylvie jumped close, peering closely at both Amana and Erthyndir.

Crimson and Hadrian looked at each other and followed Sylvie. The song came to a close on a soft melody, and Amana rubbed the dragon's giant forehead.

"And that's that," Hadrian bellowed and sunk his hammer into the dragon's closed eye. Erthyndir screamed, his shriek piercing everyone's minds. Everyone but Amana, who stood where she was, her hands glowing yellow and blue.

Erthyndir opened his eyes, and the bloody, damaged eye socket that had been mashed to a pulp repaired itself. An eyeball formed, and it looked at Hadrian with rage.

"What are you doing?" Crimson asked, placing a commanding hand on Amana's shoulder.

"Keeping better company," Amana replied, and placing her feet on the dragon's nose, quickly darted up and sat herself behind Erthyndir's ears.

"Riding a dragon made of stone, Amana?" Crimson laughed.

"No," Amana replied, but did not laugh or jeer. She had to focus now. She had to really concentrate. She bent down to touch her forehead to the scales of Erthyndir's neck. The dragon closed his eyes and hummed. Amana hummed.

"Get her off of there now," Crimson commanded and Amana's companions approached her.

Amana continued trying to cast her spell. She slapped the dragon's neck to force her magic into him. She traced patterns in the air and made sure that her memorised couplets were all in order. As the leather shoes came closer to her, with drawn blades and a giant hammer, she began to cry herself. Now when she slapped Erthyndir's neck, it was out of exasperation.

"Crimson," Sylvie said, her voice a loud squeak. "The scale's not as hard any more," she said, jumping on Erthyndir's right arm.

"Fool," is the last thing Crimson said, and the last thing Amana heard. She closed her eyes as the adventurers screamed, and the temperature around her rose sharply.

Erthyndir took Amana in his arms and held her in front of him like an oddity. She was frozen in stone, like a statue doll that can blink on its own.

"Better company, I hope," Erthyndir grunted.

Today marks 500 days of daily, unbroken writing. This is an important milestone. If you were to tell me in January 2016 that I’d be writing fiction for 500 days straight in a row, I probably would not have believed you. Around 500 words of writing for 500 days equals approximately 250,000 words written in all.

As usual, I thank everyone who’s supported me in this endeavour, including and especially all of my 550+ followers. Here’s the special ones since the last milestone: @crochetingabonsaiblanket, @princesslyoka, @sillycelli101, @jlimrosenberg, @fonsscientae, @illustrans, @littlemissimaginary, @nobletraitor, @stevenluce, @bonewrites, @legendarycolors, @demonkittyhawk, @roelifant, @planetarianplain, @littlefearsdoodles, @dhritspoetry, @pomegranatepithos, @mathamota, @ceeslife and @pigeons-are-pretty.

Onwards to 1,000 days!

#writing #writeblr #writers #words #spilled ink #spilled words #stories #original story #original prose #fiction #flash fic #flash fiction #sci-fi & fantasy #fantasy #fantasy fiction #fantasy fic #dragon #daily writing

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creatingnikki · 7 years

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Tonight my friend and I were in my favourite place in the city - admiring the sea and the sky. She asked me, ‘Why are poets obsessed with stars?’ I didn’t know what to say in that moment and how to express what stars mean to me or to ‘poets’ so I told her that later I would send her some poems and maybe she could understand what we feel. Since you all are amazing poets and people I admire and adore would you mind writing a poem on stars? Or what you feel about them/what they mean to you. I’d really love to know and share ❤ @autumnsunshine10 @behind-the-sun @mikefrawley @paratmin @ceeslife @takingstockofwhatmattersmost @sonador-reveur @in-my-thinking @blake-broacher @xeknar @wordswritteninsilence @gracebabcockwrites @writteninjoy2 @katrinnac @c0ntemplations @lilysofthefield @stevenluce @strikezilla01 @magdas-poetry @emptysocks @that-girl-in-glasses1995 @sameseems @inksomniac @justscribbledwords @mortalghost @littlemissimaginary @giulswrites @tafkas77 @jonaswpoetry And everyone else who writes and loves the stars ❤

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electricarmchair · 7 years

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Writer’s Tag Game

I’m at 400 followers! And I don’t really know any of you...

I’m trying to be more active on Tumblr, and I’d love to meet some talented writers so I created questions for a tag game to get to know you! I tagged a few people at the bottom to get started, but everyone’s welcome :)

rules: tag.. people

1. Are there common settings (fictional or real) that show up in your writing?

2. Do you plan before writing, or go with the flow?

3. If you could be a colour, what colour would you be and why?

4. Do you often and prefer to write sober? Why or why not?

5. Do you multitask while writing?

6. What genre(s) would you classify your writing under?

7. What do you do more, read or write?

8. What’s your favourite word and why?

9. Why do you write?

Tagging @dustyirish, @sonador-reveur, @definegodliness, @emipoemi, @robertjw4688, @smakka--bagms, @gracebabcockwrites, @ellenya, @mikefrawley, @just-4-thought, @teacup13, @autumnsunshine10, @thisisnotahaiku, @ofthecollapsinglight, @rubynoo, @rarasworldbro, @sarahmariepardy, @happilyheartbroken13, @zombievirusandpeanutbutter, @behind-the-sun, @andromeada, @mariposaheart, @virgilioastram, @frncs-the-poet, @katrinnac, @barbaranestor, @darkredrogue, @denmysterywoman, @poetdreamerfool, @jasongrabowski, @stevenluce, @anjo-da-guarda-me, @mortalghost, @wordswritteninsilence, @trixclibrarian, @leaveyouapage, @ishanijasmin, @jonaswpoetry, @inrumford, @the-poems-of-ryan-wilbur, @untold-stories-here, @cruxymox, @youreyesheldtheworld, @jlimrosenberg, @vasilinaorlova

#Hi Tumblr!#tag game #400 followers #writers tag game #w

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donde-esta-mi-mente · 7 years

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So, I was tagged by @anjo-da-guarda-me and I find myself in agreement with what they said about these tagging games. I never fucking do this. That is partially because no one ever tags me to begin with. But also because I am somewhat of a recluse, both in the tumblr and the material world. But alas, yal caught me during a good period. I have been in a good mood as of late. So, I’m gonna take a stab at this, instead of working on my book. Let us hope that I will remember to tag people at the end.

rules: tag.. people

1. Are there common settings (fictional or real) that show up in your writing? I’m a big fan of surrealism and magic realism. I’m not big on rhyming poetry, I’m not very fond translating into writing what is before my eyes without putting some kind of non-sensical surrealist twist to it. Am I good at this? I guess we can leave that to the jury to decide.

2. Do you plan before writing, or go with the flow? Most of my poems seem to start from a line that crosses through my mind. I’ll be staring off into space and some funny/beautiful sounding thought will come to me, and I’ll write it down, and it sort of just goes from there. In the last year I’ve been moving away from poetry and more towards narrative. For this I am trying to plan ahead a little more. But it’s still mostly a go-with-the-flow kinda thing.

3. If you could be a colour, what colour would you be and why? I would be shiny so I can blind you.

4. Do you often and prefer to write sober? Why or why not? Most of my writing occurs in the first few hours after I wake up. So, unless you count copious amounts of caffeine as a drug, then I guess I’ll say that I write sober. Why? I don’t know. I guess once I get up and out of the house I get too distracted from writing. And once I got a few beers in me all I want to do is play billiards and smoke cigarettes with my friends.

5. Do you multitask while writing? Eh, I try not to. Sometimes, especially if I’m hitting blocks, I’ll look at facebook and tumblr, but I’ve been trying really hard to stop doing that. Other than that, I’ll stop to flip over the record, pour another cup of coffee or roll a cigarette.

6. What genre(s) would you classify your writing under? As I stated previously, I at least emulate surrealism. At least when it comes to poetry. When it comes to fiction I tend to lean more towards realism and maybe a bit of post-modernism. I’m attempting to write a graphic novel right now, and that one is a post-apocalyptic story, which, when it comes to my choices of reading, is one of my favorites.

7. What do you do more, read or write?: without a doubt I read way more than I write.

8. What’s your favourite word and why?: Fart. Because fuck you.

9. Why do you write?: I started writing when I was fourteen years old (I am now twenty-nine), I wrote my first poem on a road trip from California to Wyoming, you know, because I was bored out of my mind. It never really went away. I wouldn’t say that I am super good or disciplined, but I don’t think it’s something I’m ever going to stop doing.

and now for the fun part. I choose.... @artehago @aftersalt @vasilinaorlova @purplemonkeysexgod69 @stevenluce @tafkas77 @adudewritingpoetry and i dont fucking know my memory sucks these are just people who like my stuff. tag yourselves dammit.

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themagicinmypen · 7 years

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Writer Tag Game

I was tagged by @sarahmariepardy, thanks Sarah!

1. Are there common settings (fictional or real) that show up in your writing? I guess, I mean in my poetry I often write about things I see and places I’ve been. A lot of it is Engish countryside based because that’s where I live and grew up. Sometimes I write about places in America, because that’s where Brindley is and that’s where I have the most memories of us together.

I’ve also written longer pieces, and sometimes the fantasy settings show up in my poetry too. The tag Old Novel Ideas Poetry is a good example of this.

2. Do you plan before writing, or go with the flow? I don’t plan poetry very often, sometimes I get inspiration and write a couple of notes about it, just so I don’t lose the idea though.

With longer writing I usually do a vague plan, but I usually don’t see all the way to the end until I’m almost there. I do small plans as I go, and spend a lot of time thinking through the “what if” scenarios before I write them.

3. If you could be a colour, what colour would you be and why? Wine red because it’s my favourite colour. I wear it a lot, and I think it suits me.

4. Do you often and prefer to write sober? Why or why not? I write sober most of the time, probably about 98% of the time. I guess I prefer it because a lot of the things I write when I’m tipsy or drunk seem a bit like nonsense when I’ve sobered up.

5. Do you multitask while writing? Yes. Uh, in fact I’m multitasking right now, since I’m working on my novel. Sometimes I listen to music when I write, sometimes I pause and scroll through social media to work out a particular line of a poem. I should mention that I am a chronic multitasker though, I do it all the time, and I’m often doing 3 or 4 things at once, so when I’m writing I probably do it a bit less than normal.

6. What genre(s) would you classify your writing under? A lot of my poetry is all over the place in genre. Most of it is based on fact, some of it is fantasy. I’ve been writing fantasy/sci-fi since I was young so I fall back into it pretty easily, and when I don’t have feelings or thoughts to base my poetry on I dredge something up from earlier works of my own writing, or turn to asking “what if”.

My novel I would class as Sci-fi/Fantasy. It has some science in it, but quite a lot of fantastical description in it too so it falls somewhere between those two genres.

7. What do you do more, read or write? This is a difficult question to answer because it honestly depends how into the book I’m reading I am. I only write for about 2 - 3 hours a day, but I’ve been known to read for an entire 8 hour stretch if the book is really good.

8. What’s your favourite word and why? Vodka is my favourite word. It has been for a long time and it’s literally only for the way that the d and k sound together. I’m all about sounds when it comes to words.

9. Why do you write? It may sound cliche, but I write because it’s what I am. I am a writer. I’ve been one since I was young and, in the time after I did my degree when I wasn’t writing, I felt out of place. Writing grounds me, it helps with anxiety and worries that I carry around, and it allows me escape from a situation that is not ideal. I also write because I adore stories, I’ve loved them since I was very little, and I want to make others feel the way I do about them.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to make money off my work, but even if I never get published, or never self publish, I would still write them. I also enjoy writing, especially when I’ve written a piece of prose or a poem that makes me thing “wow! did I just write that?”

Tag Others: @stevenluce, @smakka--bagms, @amadeuswolfe, @teacup13, @ishanijasmin and anyone else who wants to do the thing.

#Not Poetry #Tag Games #Poets on Tumblr #The Magic In My Pen

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