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Michael J. Solender on 13 Days of Horror

Michael has an excellent Halloween poem titled, Hunter Moon, on the 13 Days of Horror, well worth reading. Give him a shout! Continue

Added by Erin Cole on October 29, 2009 at 2:28pm — No Comments

13 Days of Horror - Paul D. Brazill

Another fabulous story from one you all know well - See Paul D. Brazill's story, The Friend Catcher at Listen to the Voices' 13 Days of Horror. Continue

Added by Erin Cole on October 27, 2009 at 12:55pm — No Comments

Absolutely*Kate on at 13 Days of Horror

Don't miss Kate Pilarcik's ghostly tale of love and murder, Apparition, at Listen to the Voices. Continue

Added by Erin Cole on October 26, 2009 at 12:47pm — 4 Comments

Paul Phillips on 13 Days of Horror

13 Days of Horror is now on my blog, and my next guest write is from yours truly, down under: Paul Phiilips and his excellent tale, Branded. Catch it here: Listen to the Voices Continue

Added by Erin Cole on October 21, 2009 at 10:47am — 5 Comments

Stealing Babies

Plagiarism: it’s more than stealing other writers’ words — it’s an abduction of their children. Writers’ stories and poems are special works created from their heart, their strengths and weaknesses…from places in the soul where love, fear, and anger are born and the mental, emotional, and sometimes even physical exertion it takes to craft these personal compositions is nothing short of a spiritual evolution. Writers’ creations can become distinct entities of profound significance, alterin… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on September 30, 2009 at 4:00pm — 11 Comments

Perseverance

When her world dropped like a glass ball shattering splinters of broken dreams, she stood up and never looked back, even as hope hemorrhaged promises and desertion seeped into her life, viscous and hostile like black tar. Hungry mouths demanded attention. Lost hearts needed direction. She doesn’t look ahead to a world of calloused regrets, the stark vacancy of trustful love, or ambitions rotted by the cavities of frailty. She keeps in the moment, clutching faith in blinded strides and confrontin… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on September 28, 2009 at 4:44pm — 10 Comments

My Life's a Paradox

I find it easy to be difficult. I stop so I can start again. I read to write, take to give, am too tired to sleep, and sometimes dance the blues. I’m dying to live; I remember to forget. I can see blindness and feel nothing, have caged freedom, and fight for love. What I do know, is that I often don’t, and what I don’t know, it seems I really do — and when life goes wrong, I will find the right. Continue

Added by Erin Cole on September 16, 2009 at 12:27pm — 14 Comments

Asylum

In the seclusion of barren space, I am home. Sometimes I want to be lost, favoring life in the fog of dreams, the desert of the unknown… the silence of your eyes. I don’t fall prey to fear, but I am not fooled by the venomous raptures of promise either. I know somewhere in the gray, in the fissure of now, th… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on September 3, 2009 at 1:56pm — 3 Comments

School of Hard Knocks

The words escaped my mouth… it was too late, I thought, noticing the fury mounting across her face and I knew I couldn’t take them back or spit useless apologies, not for this. I wished I could have skewered those words onto a flaming, charcoaled-grill and eaten them bloody rare. I wanted to run them down in my pick-up, flattening them into hot, sticky asphalt like old gum or even slip a dirty needle between the offensive letters with a silence so lethal, they would bleed from the air between us… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on August 23, 2009 at 1:12pm — 4 Comments

The Shit List

I have a tablet called The Shit List with spaces for people who have been…well, assholes. The first section details the offender, violation, and plan of attack — you know, the essentials for documenting an asshole. The next section lists the time, date, and severity of the offense, one through five; not even a traffic ticket provides this — it’s either you’re screwed, you’re really screwed, or you get bunked next to your long, lost cousin Vernon who brought the poisoned fruit Jell-O salad to t… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on August 19, 2009 at 1:34am — 11 Comments

Little Faux Pas

They were under the bleachers, half undressed and soaked with the sweat of pleasure. He called her name, sucked on her nipples and put his head between her legs, knowing she was almost there by the way she wiggled. “Oh, Jesus,” she said, but then stopped and sat up. “I’m sorry; I just can’t do this.” “It’s only a name … it’s not my fault my parents named me Jesus,” he said, watching with cruel disappoint as Mary got dressed. “You could say oh God and I could call you Eve?” he ad… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on August 10, 2009 at 1:13pm — 10 Comments

Rejection

As always, amber light spilled through the cracked door and I slid inside his office, stealth as a feline, gun heavy and hard in my hands. “Janet,” he said, looking up from a mound of manuscripts I knew would be in the trash by morning, along with an empty box of Chinese food, and all th… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on August 3, 2009 at 2:59pm — 9 Comments

All Grown Up

Mike pulled the skin of his cheeks down, attempting a thoughtful pause before he said anything else. “Of course I love Maggie,” he told his daughter, “But you can’t tell me losing a dog is like losing a person.” “Pets are family too,” Julie argued. He chose an apologetic nod over further verbal insensitivities, because in truth, he was glad that dog was dead, jumping on him with its cashew-shaped nails, that mop-bucket mouth licking him everywhere, and its breath, Geezus, “I’ll buy her a… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on July 27, 2009 at 2:02pm — 2 Comments

River Bends

Little diamonds glisten on the ripples of clay-green water as we coast down the river, winding around basalt and sandstone cliffs draped with ash and fir. We paddle ashore for a break and you help me out of my kayak, though I say “I can do it,” but you want to help; you want to be courteous. As the river bends downstream and we steer through white caps, I realize we must do the same when we’re ashore, but the demands of our daily life divide us like the boulders in the river, each one ready to… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on July 17, 2009 at 2:26pm — 5 Comments

My Compass

I see it almost everyday on my kitchen counter, an old, tarnished brass compass found at a local antique shop left idle and unable to give promising directions apart from the objects residing with it in my junk box; however today, the compass speaks to me, almost whispering into my ear, “Where are you going? Can I be of any assistance?” I pick it up, feeling its smooth casing, and open the lid – a groan escapes from the wear of time. Inside, the bone white background is embossed with four old-w… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on July 8, 2009 at 2:30pm — 7 Comments

Losers

Hurting is for losers. Some people just can’t be hurt anymore, or ever, and it pisses the hell out of most people, damn snobbish attitude, they think. It used to bother her, others’ aloofness, but now she enjoys it. She looks average on the outside, not too fat to pity and not skinny enough to second look, but she’s far from average on the inside, for she has an abnormally small amygdala, thus little emotion — flat affect. Sure, she cried at her husband’s funeral, but she had to, to p… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on July 2, 2009 at 4:30pm — 6 Comments

Ashes to Stardust

There was an unnatural presence in the woods, like the forest had been visited by something sinister. Trees and plants wilted to a brittle gray, choked from sunlight and clean air. Unfortunate wildlife was strewn across the rugged landscape, the latest victims to the stirring earth. Nearby hunched pines and firs suggested a day of mourning, as an uneasy stillness blanketed the hazy blue-green mountains. The land, suffocated by the mountain’s exhalation, would rest through nature’s cyclic continu… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on June 30, 2009 at 12:30pm — 5 Comments

Writing

For me, writing is a medium to explore the multitude of interests, beliefs, emotions, visions, and other facets I seek to discover and create to make sense of my world. Writing is living; the more I live, the more I have to write about. The words on my page are essentially words from my breath, words from my mind – words from my spirit. The keyboard plays the melody, drumming from my imagination, sometimes slow and rhythmic, sometimes vibrant with spontaneous energy, or still like a winter mo… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on June 26, 2009 at 1:30am — 7 Comments

Blood Sucker

The bats come right at dusk, muddy, ethereal wings flutter and swoop above a nearby fountain of jasmine. Night is thick with summer heat, stars peek through the pines, but I’m struggling to hear what you are telling me. The two moments collide like lava meeting sea water, your words igniting a bonfire along my cerebral shores, while my heart sputters into smoky flames. It wasn’t just once and it did matter to you. For a moment, time suspends, silencing you, the mosquitoes, the sticky br… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on June 11, 2009 at 3:56pm — 9 Comments

The Coldest Hour

The hardest thing I’ve ever done was listen to my sister give a eulogy for her husband. I’d never faced such raw pain, such cruel truth. I’d never seen a heart bleed of memories that will fade too soon, or watched a face express the nightmares of waking in an empty bed. But I’d also never seen bravery from the bottom of hell, or watched on as hope defied the thieves of love, and I’d never witnessed a mother’s strength catch the fall of her children from the cliffs of tragedy. In the darkest h… Continue

Added by Erin Cole on June 2, 2009 at 11:41pm — 9 Comments

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