Warning The Stars: Three Line Tales, Week 100

Friday, December 29, 2017

Three Line Tales, Week 100

A New Year is Dawning

Friday swam past the clock too slowly, drawing the work-week to a close. The girl in the cafe window pulled the blinds before stepping into the familiar concrete jungle. Already an early winter dark was dawning, a premature twilight glow drawing the sky together like silky, see-through curtains.

She skirted against the crowd toward the edge of town where the city was tweaking the sidewalk for another New Years celebration. A ferris wheel danced center-stage, its bright lights searing the early-dark like an omen. Jane closed her eyes against bitter memories as she walked into its twinkling-metal glow.

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Irene WatersDecember 29, 2017 at 6:45 PM
You set the scene nicely. New Year and Jane is overcoming her demons. I hope there aren't more to be met.
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FlorabellaDecember 30, 2017 at 7:05 PM
very nice!
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indybevFebruary 17, 2018 at 4:24 PM
You have such a magic way with words!
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Where Did My Blog Title Come From?

Over the years, I've had several people ask me, "Warning the stars...what's that mean, anyway?"

My blog actually is named after one of my favorite poems by Anne Sexton (whom is my poetic idol!) The poem is titled The Black Art and is one of my favorites by her.

Below is the excerpt that inspired my blog title:

A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.

Loneliness Is The Human Condition

“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.” ~Janet Fitch, White Oleander

About Me

I am of late nights, good books, junk food, and poetry. Coffee and words make me really happy. Professed bibliophile and grad school psychology nerd. I love the smell of old books and vintage things. Enjoy the nostalgic feel of a country fair and winding down to the silver screen. Ice cream and indie music are my guilty pleasures. Textbook Pisces and hapless daydreamer. I get lost in the night sky, libraries, and art galleries, respectively. Art is my hobby, poetry is my muse. Please tread gently, many of my writings are pieces of my life.

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DO NOT use, reuse, reprint or post an any of my writings (in part or in full) unless you include my name and a direct link back to the exact page in my blog where you got it from! All poetry posted is mine, unless otherwise noted (I sometimes post favorite works by others but I do clarify this in the post if so). Some of the photos I use with my poetry are derived from a GOOGLE search, I DO NOT claim to own them. The rights of the GOOGLE search images belong solely to the owners of the image. I use them for the purpose of arts sake.

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Friday, December 29, 2017

Three Line Tales, Week 100

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