That was a great read! The descriptions of the Pale Wood and dark forces, and the reunion between father and daughter stood out. Would love to read a continuation! I'll PM you a poem I've been working on.
Would love to read either horror or poetry, whatever you got! One recurring topic in my writing is teaching, since it's easier to write what you know. And I also some editing in my work, simplifying texts for students to make them more accessible.
I'm down. You're racking up a good score with multiple partners! That's great. What do you tend to write? For me it's poetry and short stories.
If you haven't already explored the literary genre of Afrofuturism or Caribbean futurism, it would be good to read some exisiting literature. The Deep by Rivers Solomon depicts merfolk as the descendents of pregnant African women thrown overboard from slave ships. Tentacle by Rita Indiana doesn't explicitly contain merfolk, but it does focus on water deities and mystical properties of the sea (as well as time travel and colonialism) in order to represent indigenous perspectives.
Sure, control an oppressive and evil gang with an oppressive and evil government. That should work out well. Populist leaders with the power to lock up anyone seldom abuse their powers /s
- Call upon Lemmings
- to graciously lend a hand
- with motivation
(I obviously can't figure out formatting on Liftoff) Into the idea of a writing partner if anyone wants to collab on that!
Call upon Lemmings to graciously lend a hand with motivation.
What are some of your ambient recommendations? I was just listening to Tim Hecker's Konoyo, also dig stuff like Global Communication, Boards of Canada, Grouper, Human Mesh Dance, Stars of the Lid, Biosphere.
Really into a electronic psychedelic cumbia genre that goes by Psicodelica Selvática (and other names) : Dengue Dengue Dengue!, Chancha Via Circuito, Yeahman, Son Rompe Pera, El Remolón's Selva really hits the spot too.
Alice made a face. Bob had seen faces before. He had seen Alice's face before. But not this face. This face was one he had not seen before.
Love the repetition in this paragraph too, like bad poetry, and breaks the show, don't tell rule so much that the shattered pieces become a thing of beauty.
