I am playing with knives
again
sharpening them
lovingly
against brown leather strap
admiring the way
hair splits cleanly
upon the well-honed edge
(Christine E. Ray)
Listen!
Sounds like a violin–
fine strings ‘gainst steel bow
I play concerto
splitting hairs
(Kindra M. Austin)
I’m trimming those frayed ends
sharpening those
pointy convictions
giving them a sharp edge
a serrated opinion,
ready to pierce you
where it hurts you more
(Megha Sood)
Cold steel on skin,
I blossom,
stare down the line
take aim
at friend, foe and fortune
with my throwing knives;
multiply and divide,
split and survive.
(Kristiana Reed)
I like a razor
but xyraphi sings to me
of shreds, edges, ends
sweeter than any cutlery.
An x is an eraser,
that’s why I draw it long
to keep it clean and short
and shave me complication.
Oh, how I love a razor!
(Basilike Pappa)
There was a shadow crowd
And a circle of light. Sawdust stank
Beneath my feet like dirty salt hair
And the thud
Against the board
Came like the footsteps of God.
Ribbons of air and time and space
Gathered round my ankles,
Coils of blue light.
Looping and curling and purring,
They crooned my power,
Sharp to draw blood from stone.
(Lois E. Linkens)
the slice was white lightening
lacerating flesh from bone
in the moment of searing truth.
I slash and gnash
my teeth barbed and keen
well-oiled from the feast
of my rotting soul.
I chop at the edges
of yesterday’s sorrow
but the pain! I feel it not
only the blinding sting
of my wayward might
(Aurora Phoenix)
All the time in the world
Pressing down
Sharp as the obsidian
Black night
You relinquished me
To oblivion
Surviving on
Insidious pain
Of yesterday
Tapered to the edge
Of no tomorrow
(1Wise-Woman)
I aim at dreams
knife them
as trophies on my wall.
I can always
take one down
quench the thirst
of a turbulent wound
with
tainted endearment
from the poisoned well
We dug and drained
under the wing of
One night.
I’m in love
with a stabbed dream.
(Iulia Halatz)
The blade cut into the night and flashed silver against the moonlight. And even though my ears heard no sounds but the thundering of my heart, I swore I could hear the sharp metal singing it’s high-pitched tune as it sliced through the air. It slipped through my skin like it was warm butter and at first I felt nothing. I wondered if maybe it was shock or disbelief. But then the pain started. Like someone injected gasoline into my bloodstream and lit a match. I watched as the thick, red liquid poured out of the fresh wound and begged for death. And as he stood over me, he licked my blood from his dagger and smiled down at me in a show of blood-stained teeth — right before everything went black.
When I awoke from the nightmare, I reminded myself that I was alive and the true face behind my fears liked it when I called him Daddy. The only comfort I found was knowing that death came for him first. Too bad he didn’t take the memories with him.
(Sarah Doughty)
Artwork and words. Outstanding.
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Thank you John.
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You are welcome my friend.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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This was such a pleasure to read! The collaboration produced something amazing that no one person could pull together.
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So great to hear you liked it, Diana! Thank you!
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So glad you enjoyed it. We weave words well together.
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this is incredible!
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Thank you, Vanessa! These ladies are great to write with!
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Your stanza is extraordinary Basilike, but I don’t expect anything less 😀!
Truly amazing piece of work
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And thank you again, with a hug!
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Thank you, Vanessa. It is such an amazing group of writers to work with.
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You are very welcome Christine!
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What a awesome and powerful collaboration!
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Thank you Braeden!
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My pleasure Christine!
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Bravo, Ladies!!! An awesome collaborative piece. It stirred my poetic spirit and my soul is still spinning inside. Thank you, I enjoyed it immensely.
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So glad!
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amazing collaboration ladies, in love with the language and flow of this piece
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🙂
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry.
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This collaboration was intense from start to finish. Thank you for including me here. It’s always an honor to write with these amazing people. 💖
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It is always an honor to have you join us!
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The polished poetry
of sharpened cutlery.
“It’s Father’s day …
and everybody’s wounded”.
~ Leonard Cohen
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Many thanks!
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Thank you, David!
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Nice. . .
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
The Weyward Sisters strike again.
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Thank you!
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WOW! Just that – language sliced and diced and made to sing.
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Oooh thank you so much for the kind words!
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Reblogged this on A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave.
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An awesome collaboration!! Thank you for sharing it!! ❤️
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Thank you for reading it!
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My pleasure!!
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Stunning collaboration. Brava, all!
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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You’re welcome!
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Thank you!
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You’re quite welcome!
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
Its an awesome and a fabulous feeling when we sharpen our knives together at the Sudden denouement
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Yes indeed it is. Thank you for sharing it!
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My pleasure Sarah
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Reblogged this on The Lithium Chronicles and commented:
Those Sisters have some fiery words today
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Thank you, lovely!
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Thank you Nicole!
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Wicked and powerful. Well done, ladies.
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Thank you, sweet soul!
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You’re so welcome. It is a brilliant piece.
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Reblogged this on Insights from "Inside" and commented:
So honored to be a part of such a fierce collaboration!
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This really came out well. Thank you for sharing and being a part of it. 😊
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Thank you! I like how it turned out too. 💜
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Writing on the knife’s edge with some of the fiercest women I know!
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Gah, I adore you. Thank you, as always for making me and everyone else feel like they belong here. 💖
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Thank you Christine for starting us off! So glad to be included
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I love it when the Weyward Sisters come to town ❤
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It’s always a pleasure to to write with you amazing women.
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Such magic we weave 💚
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For real! I couldn’t wish for better Warrior Sisters!
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💜❤💚💙
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Applause all round!
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Thank you Kunal!
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👍
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Thank you, lovely!
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Yes! Perfection!
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Thank you so much Holly!
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A pleasure, beautiful collab!
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Thank you, Holly!
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welcome!
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Silent Hour and commented:
Playing with blades together with some sharp ladies.
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Ooooh thank you for the kind words and for sharing! 😊
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It was such a pleasure writing with you all!
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Reblogged this on My Screaming Twenties and commented:
Always a pleasure to write with these ladies 💛
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It’s always an honor to write with you as well!
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