Jellyfish and Microbeads
Jellyfish and Microbeads is a work of #art by maureencberry - Maureen C. Berry. In Maureen's words: "by pairing the natural with the unnatural, I create a subtle awareness of the plastic pollution crisis." #TransformativeArt
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Peppers for a Stew
Peppers for a Stew is a work of #art by Abby Ripley. It is a watercolor of three peppers in orange, yellow, and red being cut up to be put in a meat stew with other vegetables. #TransformativeArt
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Quirks and Quiddities
Quirks and Quiddities is an #article by Mehreen Ahmed - @Ahmed2Mehreen - all about the dangers of soil erosion in Bangladesh, the fate of farmers, and what is being done to prevent it. #TransformativeWriting
Back in 2020, I had visited Bangladesh. A few of my friends had taken me to see the massive Jamuna Bridge over the river Jamuna. As we crossed the bridge, we entered a village and a few farms. We stopped near one of them and had decided to take a walk through. This farm was spectacular, yellowing with dense crops. But it was also precariously stretched across the jagged unfenced edge overlooking…
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Lost in the Fog
Lost in the Fog is an #article by Ed Staskus about the unholy creation, existence, liberation, and legacy of the Nazi death camps, specifically Majdanek and Auschwitz, as documented by "Night and Fog." #TransformativeWriting
The documentary film “Night and Fog” is 32 minutes long, unless it’s watched thirty times in a row, which makes it almost sixteen hours long. I was a film student at Cleveland State University in 1977 when I saw it for the first time and the thirtieth time. It was made by Jean Cayrol and Alain Resnais twenty years earlier. It is about the unholy creation, existence, liberation, and legacy of the…
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Living is also about Learning to Die
"Living is also about Learning to Die" is an #article by Prakash Kona. Learning to die is the beginning of living. I learn to die in the moment when I become extremely careful in placing the use of time above everything else. #TransformativeWriting
Mahatma Gandhi once said: “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” The fact remains that most people pass through life as if they were going to be here forever on this planet, with not even the slightest inkling that the present is a sieve through which the future falls into the graveyard of the past. Most also “learn” grudgingly as if the slightest chance of…
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The Carnival
The Carnival is a #ShortStory by Christy Hoots. Rowan McArthur has always wanted to run his own carnival to delight and frighten his small village. He will give anything to have it. #TransformativeFiction
There are consequences for every action. At least that’s what Rowan McArter had learned the hard way. His dreams of running and maintaining his own carnival had come true. But, like any deal with a demon, there had been exorbitant costs. Costs that he had come to realize may have been too much in the long run. Though, it wasn’t his soul he had given up that night, he often wished that had been.…
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Crying
Crying is a #ShortStory by Alan Brickman. The central character's grief following the death of his wife is made more complicated by her deathbed confession of marital infidelity. #TransformativeFiction
Erica the bartender leaned in and whispered, “Are you okay, Frank?”
Frank was sitting at the far end of the bar, his beer glass half empty, reading an E.L. Doctorow short story in the summer fiction issue of the New Yorker. It was about a teenage boy whose father died, and that was all it took. Frank was bawling, the tears dripping onto the magazine and onto the bar.
Erica moved the napkin…
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Los Imperiales
Los Imperiales is a #ShortStory by Jonathan Ferrini about a family trust that shields a tiny town from the "winds of change." #TransformativeFiction
The agricultural region known as Imperial Valley is visually stunning. The farmland resembles a giant green carpet.
I’m a real estate appraiser sent to determine the Fair Market Value of the Heroes Hall located in a small town called La Esperanza within Imperial County, bordering San Diego and the Arizona desert.
I checked into the The Incan hotel, a Spanish style architectural relic. Upon…
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Memories
Memories is a #poem, by Lynn White, about the things we remember and those we forget. #TransformativePoetry
If I could choose my memories
I would keep the ones
that make me smile
still
keep them safe,
so I can revisit them
and throw away the rest
watch them blow away
in the wind.
But I can’t.
They’re self selecting
they chose
themselves
and I wonder
what choices will be left
for me
to the end of my days.
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My Call
My Call is a #ShortStory by @SonOfSappho - Ryan Brinkhurst - about a predator who uses a phone call to terrify and capture a victim. #TransformativeFiction
Have you ever felt like someone was watching you? What is that feeling? Do you hear someone off in the distance but not really recognize the sound? Do you smell the faint smell of another person in the air? Do you see movement in the corner of your eye, not really knowing there was anything there? I’m sitting outside the library, which is now closed, waiting for my friend to pick me up, so we can…
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Learning to Forgive
Learning to Forgive is a #poem by Ann Christine Tabaka - @TabakaChris - about learning to forgive an abusive father. #TransformativePoetry
as children, we were
poor, hungry, dirty …
a hand-me-down world of shame.
ignominious food donations
walked across a rotting porch.
money poured into whiskey bottles,
drowning miseries of another life.
never a drop of compassion left to spare.
love was rationed out in teardrops,
in-between the rain of guilt
pouring down upon us.
I cried, I hid, I ran away
from nowhere / deep into myself.
chancing…
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Protection or Suffocation
Protection or Suffocation is a #poem by Sultana Raza about musing on choices, metaphorical or philosophical; deciding between extremes. #TransformativePoetry
Should I float down, or fly even higher?
Stay in or venture in the open?
Should I expose myself to others,
Or spiral inside stone cocoon?
Ivory tower or watch tower?
Water tower or hunter’s tower?
Is it better to stay below,
Or go up to see the big picture?
Should I indulge my mania
To visit yet more towers?
Is it better to always ask questions
Or to avoid answers sometimes?
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An American Experience
An American Experience is a #poem by Dale Cottingham. Here is an excerpt:
While I waited at roadside I thought,
why not try some loveliness.
I saw visions in far reaches, felt
the soft touch of silence
#TransformativePoetry
While I waited at roadside I thought,
why not try some loveliness.
I saw visions in far reaches, felt
the soft touch of silence,
melodies sprung from solitude,
like a dream of new being
to see how it fit within the frame.
I even tried my hand on the page.
But real time kept barging in,
with meetings in the broad hours,
cross purposes hurled down corridors,
my inbox flooded with unkind…
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cain's daughter
cain's daughter is a #poem by RC deWinter - @RCdeWinter - about how some sacrifices will always be unacceptable. #TransformativePoetry
blow you bitterblue wind
whirl away the thorns
that crown me
i refuse the cup
i am no sacrifice
no god would find me pleasing
i was not born to die for anyone
words that must be spoken
tremble on my tongue
nothing sacred calls to me
but for the speaking of truth
as prismed through my eyes
and i will fight
kicking screaming
until the last syllable is uttered
imperfect as i am
i surrender nothing
i…
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Who are we?
Who are we? is a #poem by Mary Mills. Here is an excerpt:
Are we
who we were
and will be?
Today dashes past unnoticed.
Memories form bridges
connecting now with then.
#TransformativePoetry
Are we
who we were
and will be?
Today dashes past unnoticed.
Memories form bridges
connecting now with then.
Time pushes from a shore.
Life jumps constant hurdles.
Opposites pull us
forward, backward
upward, downward
nowhere, everywhere.
Matter and anti-matter
collide in constant flux-
Forever changing-
Immortality.
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Different Chills
Different Chills is a winter #poem by John Grey. #TransformativePoetry
It’s winter
and your cheeks
are raspberry red,
your arms white,
your lips tingled blue.
It’s so bitterly cold out
and you’re standing
on the platform of the commuter rail,
bundled up in Christmas sweater,
toque and thick gloves.
But that’s nothing to the wind.
The blustery chill
ignores what you’re wearing,
goes right for the bone.
You keep telling yourself
over and over,
“I’ll be home soon.”
The…
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Burnt Time
Burnt Time is a #poem by Nolo Segundo about how life has expanded exponentially, beyond time and the mundane, beyond the universe, even beyond death itself. #TransformativePoetry
It is what is left
of my mundane
life, burnt time,
and its ashes are
the memories of
my misted youth.
But I am not
saddened by this
for I burned the
days and months
and years to light
my way home….
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