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Quarantine

Leaves flood storm drains and gutters like former lovers retreating to the sea, leaves crowning every street crossing like crinkled blindfolds, former lovers retreating to see themselves as they were, once, eyes closed scattered along the landscape like storms my grandfather died last week appearing nonchalant, leaves in drains supplanting rain retreating to the sea, landscape scattered, storms of barren trees bearing air and isolation but what do trees know of grief, leaves flood sidewalks like strangers who know better than to be out this year, disposable masks scattered along the landscape as the viewing is today storms send pedestrians scrambling inside, shoes scraping against leaves like strangers searching for good news in their own reflections for lack of places to look amateur reporters sorting through the same four stories to share the most palatable the funeral is tomorrow words they can find among the trees, but what do trees know about grief except that more leaves

All

3150 deviations
Literature

to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub.

i. to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub: in the magazine I own that published your story, they blurred out the crime scene photographs, erasing your face and the full curves of your breasts. some part of me wonders if you would have wanted this, or if you would have liked for  the public to see you in your final moments, half-soaked in grey-looking water, your hair in strings, glued to the porcelain, eyes closed and mouth gaping, no breath stirring, no bubbles rising. ii. sometimes when I look into the depths of my bathroom sink, I hear your voice (or what I imagine it to be-- after all, we never met). you sit on the edge

Featured

6 deviations
Literature

mother's day cards

i hide regrets in a bouquet of roses sugar-sweet poetry pressed between pages written by someone who is not your daughter. today you wished me a Happy Mother's Day and i [ wished ] you one too i wished that i knew how to wish for you that i knew how to understand the black and white it's how you see the world and it's how i see you gray was never your color. today is a good day happiness is wished for and achieved, i suppose in some small way and i wish that i could open my arms and gather you in take your pain and all the things you've never told anyone but the truth is i'm broken and you're broken and we don't know how to be bro

Survivor

205 deviations
Literature

Quarantine

Leaves flood storm drains and gutters like former lovers retreating to the sea, leaves crowning every street crossing like crinkled blindfolds, former lovers retreating to see themselves as they were, once, eyes closed scattered along the landscape like storms my grandfather died last week appearing nonchalant, leaves in drains supplanting rain retreating to the sea, landscape scattered, storms of barren trees bearing air and isolation but what do trees know of grief, leaves flood sidewalks like strangers who know better than to be out this year, disposable masks scattered along the landscape as the viewing is today storms send pedestrians scrambling inside, shoes scraping against leaves like strangers searching for good news in their own reflections for lack of places to look amateur reporters sorting through the same four stories to share the most palatable the funeral is tomorrow words they can find among the trees, but what do trees know about grief except that more leaves

Loss + Grief

57 deviations
Literature

When Grandmother Calls

When Grandmother calls, she says that everything will turn out alright in the end. I haven’t told her that the wolves are at the door.     Metaphorically and literally.    I’m not sure which concerns me more.    At first I thought that it was stress. You worry about a thing—about next week’s work rota, about making ends meet—and you start to see it as an animal skulking about behind the railings across the road.    Then you realise that there really is an animal, and you think that it’s a fox.    Then you hear the howling, find the claw marks in the wood. *** When Grandmother calls, she says tha

Prose + Other Literature - Uncategorised

211 deviations

Poetry - Uncategorised

460 deviations
Secrets Decay

Found Poems

49 deviations

Minimalist Poetry + Prose

101 deviations
Literature

Yellow Jacket (TW: Child neglect/abuse, DV)

Unlike honeybees, the yellow jacket stings more than once. She boasts aggression, is territorial, and her mate dies after he's outlived his use to her. I. I hate when people say that they'll protect me. The people who have done so do it without announcement-- these people have swept me up and helped me learn I'm worth loving after so much violence at the hands of those who claim that they'll protect me. II. You're frantic, buzzing at the mosquitero, chewed up by the years this house was laid to waste because you couldn't stand up to another ex who didn't want you anymore. And, my breathing is wheezing, you're still around in my peripheral

Inspiration + Stories to tell

4 deviations

Photographs

314 deviations
Meringue

Photographs - Animals

271 deviations
Winter Spirit's Dreams v.1 Original (Cyan)

Misc

292 deviations
With The Stars

Misc - Animals

159 deviations
#2711. Flock Ness Monster - Word Play

Misc Mythology

89 deviations
Wildlife Watercolor - Giraffe

Giraffes

90 deviations
With The Stars

Lovely titles

37 deviations
Day 16 - An inspiration

Inspired by me, Prizes + Commissions etc

4 deviations

Stuff I Must Do Or Try

33 deviations

Literature Roadtrip Interview Week: Day 7

Annnnnddddd here we are, the final interview of the Literature Roadtrip Interview Week. I was immensely excited for this week, and despite a few days where I have been busy causing a few interviews to be late, I am pretty happy with it. I loved learning about these seven deviants. So, the last deviant I want to introduce to you all is camelopardalisinblue (https://www.deviantart.com/camelopardalisinblue). I've had the pleasure of talking to this lovely deviant a few times, she is one of the nicest people I have talked to on deviantART. Plus, her work is incredible. If you haven't checked out her gallery, I am seriously disappointed in you! What is your favourite part of the literature community?

Accolades

23 deviations

Contest results!

Hey, guys! So I've finally gotten around to choosing the winner of the Micro Music Contest. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Seriously, I was amazed by just how incredible these entries were. I want to thank each and every one of you for participating, and please don't feel bad if you didn't win, because this was such a close race. Without further ado, the winner of the contest is... :party:anobrain (https://www.deviantart.com/anobrain), with her deviation lines! :party: This poem wasn't particularly long, but I could tell that the time was used very carefully to construct a solid idea and image. Imagery's fantastic, by the way. I liked it quite a lot! Co

To Read : Collections, Features + Results

119 deviations
Terry Pratchett

Fandom

89 deviations
Literature

for the kids.

loose teeth, growing pains, and the fate of thirty thousand children rests in palms with bangles catching sun at the wrist and hair tied up in pins, ready to be let loose like ravens taking flight—an omen, but faith is in the eye of the beholder, and she sits us down in a circle, her tribe, to remember ten-year-old boys with shoes untied who could one day be men with businesses and babies, building big machines, if only the sages and shamans raise their voices loud enough above a lion's roar the savannah is drying up, she says, and out she pulls a bucket of water to spill all over the floor below us—and deep beneath the stickin

TWF

9 deviations
Underwater Cake + Video

Noms

22 deviations

Collaborations

4 deviations

Self-Injury Awareness: The War Within

image from autismgirl1.tumblr.com Self-Injury: Beyond the Scars Hi everyone, you may or may not know me, but my name is Star or tinycasket (https://www.deviantart.com/tinycasket). When Aeirmid (https://www.deviantart.com/aeirmid) first approached me about writing this article I will admit I was excited as well as nervous. You see, it is not public knowledge, but I was someone who self-injured for nearly a decade. To be more clear, I self-injured from the ages of 12 to 20 and I am now 27 years old. Anyone who is a self-injurer knows that self-harm is not something we typically go around bragging about to others. In fact, we go to great lengths to hide "battle wounds" from the world and loved ones. Despite, my nervousn

Features, Collections + Journals

59 deviations

Humour

30 deviations
Stormy Sea for Fiery-Chicken

Journal Skins + Misc

26 deviations

Stuff to Know + Remember

11 deviations

Christmas

42 deviations
Tinsel smiles...

CP2013

15 deviations
Literature

FFM day two - names

Red to lips, black to eyelids, Candice sweeps brushes and jars back into her bag. The mirror gives her a good idea of what assets to push tonight. The bruises have been hidden as well as manageable. She nods at her reflection, turning to leave. But she’s not alone in the room, and she’s not done here. The new girl has curled, rolly polly bug style, into a chair in the corner. She’s pulled her knees into her chest, hiding the cleavage, but doing nothing to combat the short skirt. Fingers dart out to tug at the skirt, as though modesty is something she’ll have in abundance on work nights. Candice crouches before her, p

FFM

22 deviations
Literature

What Am I Doing Here?

Joe loaded up OpenOffice and got ready to write. Flash fiction characters gathered in the front of his mind and watched the text cursor blink on the empty page. “He's gonna write about me again today, I just know it,” said Gale Gullwing, equipping and unequipping his daggers anxiously. “Don't kid yourself,” said Business, the fifth horseman of the apocalypse. “You were good for one story, if that. Face it, you're surplus to requirements.” “Fuck off, foureyes. My joke has way more mileage than yours.”  Gale glitched a bit to make his point. “Shut up, both of you,” said Koschei, a

To Be Sorted

159 deviations
STAMP: Giraffes

Stamp Collection

76 deviations