One long fist to the middle of a nowhere she said sitting in her newly made bed
the screen of her computer flashing back multi colored signals from places unknown that’s an interesting sentence; her mind echoed whilst her hand scribbled ferociously forsaking even a semblance of
propriety and casting spelling to the wind This be a pounding headache and a undue frustration
laria dearest chained to her small…Continue
Added by Annalee Elizabeth Greusel on September 16, 2015 at 12:30pm — No Comments
Are you a writer, artist, photographer, or macaroni sculptor? Do you want the chance to be published in a hella cool, independent literary magazine? Then send your work to The Fox Hat Review! Our deadline for the spring issue is February 22nd!
In 2014, we launched our first issue, which you can read by…Continue
Added by Charlotte Victoria on February 2, 2015 at 6:09pm — No Comments
Can this really be it?
Has the light really left me?
I don't understand this sudden absence.
I used to be able to make sense of this.
Have I gone too far
Down the winding path?
Have I become so lost
The thought of a beginning is utterly impossible?
Will I ever return
To any form of normality?
Or will I wither away
Into a dismal abyss?
An all-consuming reality approaches.
Why is it so hard to have confidence in your writing? Is it because society tells us that if we love ourselves that we are cocky jerks? Why can't loving yourself and your writing be ok?
Writing is so emotional. Well, for me anyway. It's like taking a singular blood vessel from my body by myself and giving it to someone saying "Please take care of this. I need it back." It's so nerve-wracking because a literal part of you is in someone else's hands! YOUR DNA AND CELLS ARE IN SOMEONE'S…Continue
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day…
Added by Morgan Blackhand on December 8, 2013 at 4:21pm — No Comments
A Nerdfighteria Acrostic Poem:
I recently started as a park ranger at Carlsbad National Caverns National Park in New Mexico. When I say recently I have been in the green and grey for little over a month. The job requires are large amount of public interaction, interpretation of the resources, and ranger guided programs. I spend my 9 hr days roving from place to place in the cave and on the surface answering questions mostly about geology, directions, and sometimes about myself. Such as how does an ecologist with a…Continue
A partial list of my unpopular opinions:
Turkey bacon is real bacon.
George Watsky and Jasmine Mans are worth fan-girling over.
I don’t see the big deal about Twitter.
Wow! I can summarize a moment in time
Added by Mariam Coker on December 12, 2012 at 5:10pm — No Comments
And he told me,
that he was surprised that this world
hasn’t beat out any sense of hope that I may have for it.
As if my frame was a pinata and this world is the child
that could never burst it
to let its insides fall out,
for a lack of better metaphor.
Despite the poems I’ve written about life…
Added by Mariam Coker on December 12, 2012 at 5:08pm — No Comments
Desperation, and silent pain,
but only silent, because of shame,
feeling scared, so full of fear,
for your reaction, i refuse to hear,
The tears i hold, and times i fight,
to tell you somethings not quiet right.
Feeling pathetic, and nothing more,
for this life is something i should adore.
smiling faces, hopeless dreams,
Pretendings harder than it seems,
Fighting thoughts that take control,
just like Alice, falling down the hole,
into a world,…
Added by Patience on September 12, 2012 at 1:07pm — No Comments
Yesterday I posted a blog post (which you can read here) explaining an idea I've had for a while. Whilst typing out my idea I realized how amazing this idea would be as a collaborative effort.
Basically I have a lot of poems, short stories, unfinished works, random ramblings and odd doodles and collages lying around. So I…Continue
Wislawa Szymborska, a polish poet and Nobel Prize winner, died yesterday at eighty-eight years old. She was one of the greatest poets I've read, and everyone should benefit from her work. If you read nothing else this week, Jena, read the poem below, and Szymborska's…Continue
I want to write of something positive but there is no inspiration,
The ground is covered in cold dead snow,
The trees retreated into themselves.
There are no flowers that bloom now,
No birds to sing of spring,
The sun seems distant, cold, and shrouded.
Winter is a silent sound,
One that hurts your ears,
Its sharp and shrill,
Yet muffled and…Continue
Added by Emily on August 22, 2011 at 12:49am — No Comments
Yes, you! My non existent readers!
Here it is:
Added by Emma Gillette on July 2, 2011 at 10:09pm — No Comments
I'm Diamond Nicole. I was planning on writing a fictional blog, but I figured, why not let at least one place be somewhere I can be me, unconditionally?
I'm sixteen. I love to do a lot of different things. Photography. Writing. Poetry. Singing. Yardwork. Garden and Interior Design. Advice. Acting. Theater design.…
Added by Emilyface on February 22, 2011 at 10:30am — No Comments
Why is it that even with all our technology and all our things to do out there that most of the time when we can't make left or right out of a situation, most people turn to literature. I mean every one at one point in their lives need it be for school or just to pass the…
Added by Jessika Dusome on December 29, 2010 at 3:26pm — No Comments
Eyes turned upward, I watch the sky fall away./ There are no clouds on this dark day./ The tower tops run away from me as wind blows through my hair./ My concrete bed waits for me, unaware./ I smile as a river of glass flows past my feet./ To bad so few people have done this feat./ The course fiber feels good…Continue