Mardra
Omaha, UNITED STATES
I have claimed my path. After a lifetime of doing what I should, or sometimes only what I could, I have chosen now to do and be what I am.
I am a writer.
Twisting within the artist chrysalis
Spending the days germinating
Weaving words slowly
Some days painfully starving and
Other days brimming with creation
Soon I will burst from this shell
Share the beauty from toil
Triumph of experience and
Fly solo
Stronger from the fast
Look for me to appear not as I am today
As I burst from my chrysalis.
Thank you to RedBubble for this place to trial and share. Thank you to the readers and watchers who take the time to comment and encourage. Thank you to the writers and artists here who continue to inspire. – Mardra
“I write therefore I am.” – Mew
Journals
How to not write
“Write what you know.” This is a mantra said and read by many writers, particularly in reference to the novice compositionist. Hmm, novice compositionist, I might use that on my business cards. / Answers.com and Ask.com among others have made many folks experts where, in times gone by, about five years ago, experts were not only someone who knew something, but also someone who had something to sh…
Hosting Groups
- Postcards
- The aroma was thick enough to be swallowed. An acquired taste: a roomful of old men, smoke, and a bottomless barrel of ale. The Story of the Prince
- She was nude, but no chill had ever been felt to her skin. The softness of her innocence mirrored the purity of the garden. Prose
- Today is the spoken union of two souls joined, / looking forward to a lifelong journey. Poetry
- “It is now reported that one in ten commercial pilots carry a gun onto the plane.” She reads as she’s waiting to board her flight. For Fun
- The Sikora's Script
- The willow’s wisdom / thousand years or more / What does she share? / What secrets does she store? / Whispering answers / moving with the wind / Life filling your lungs / what comfort she sends Children's
- Something in the way his eyes looked through me said, “Things will never be the same.” Flash Fiction
- She was nude, but no chill had ever been felt to her skin. The softness of her innocence mirrored the purity of the garden. Short Stories
- On average, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends in this country every day. That night at least two other mothers were robbed of their daughters. Non Fiction
- Ireland
- Not Bad Photos then
