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Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge #47 #Haiku

Death lurks in shadow

till the light of life flickers

and is extinguished

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Silver, Gold, and Some Hard Cash

The themes for Issue 8 could stir emotions or raise eyebrows so I suggest might be worth a peek for untold rewards.


gold thingsWe’ve got a silver-themed contest with a looming deadline; six new themes for Issue 8: The Gold Issue; and an increase in our cash prizes.

There’s still one last chance to be part of The A3 Review‘s Issue 7, The Silver Issue. This month’s theme is SILVER THINGS, so make sure to get your sparkly work in by Saturday the 26th August. Click here for glittery inspiration and to submit. The issue will also include a story by guest flash-fiction writer Kathy Fish alongside the winners of the last 5 months of contests, and this month’s winners, too.

In other news… The A3 Review‘s founding editor, Shaun Levin, is launching a new online writing course, How to Map Your Book. The course is suitable for writers at all stages of a book project, so if you’re putting together a collection of short stories, you might want to…

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Twittering tales #43

You know, it was just one of those drunken evenings when I thought what the hell, I’m going to get both my hands tattooed all black. 131 characters

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Ronovan writes #160 #Haiku

The guilty party

enjoys breakfast on the day

of execution

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Thursday photo prompt-sails- #writephoto

Motionless I stand

till my limbs dance in the breeze

reflecting the sun

from the offerings they bring

their daily bread I provide


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Writespiration #125 PIE

“Well chef, it appears you have truly excelled yourself this time, this is the most delightful pie crust I have ever seen with it’s elaborate mouldings and bronzed, glazed sheen.  Come, insert your knife and show my guests what exotic filling you have prepared for us. Ah! singing blackbirds, my favourite.

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A Short Analysis of Tennyson’s ‘Crossing the Bar’

An oft-used poem when telling the sad news that a member of the Great Brotherhood known as the Royal Navy has passed away, very apt,very moving.

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A summary of a classic late poem

‘Crossing the Bar’ was one of Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s last poems, composed in 1889, just three years before the end of a long life and prolific career. (He would be UK Poet Laureate for 42 years in total, a record still unsurpassed.) Given its elegiac tone, ‘Crossing the Bar’ has often been analysed or interpreted as Tennyson’s elegy for himself: it describes his anticipation of the ‘crossing’ he must make from life to death.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

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Writespiration #124 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 29 The writing on the wall.

Did you see that?


There, when we turned.

No, what, anyway you should be reading the map.

I don’t like maps. Do you have to drive so fast?

I told you, we’re late. Shit! what is that?

Oh God!. Aaaagh!

I’m sorry Jane it just appeared.

Well, it did say, “Landslide ahead!”



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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #158 Pink&Shell (2)



uncaring of time

grains of pink sand form the pearl

in the oyster shell


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Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – #writephoto messenger

The raven

They bow their heads, avert their eyes

as over the fields and houses I fly

my master’s messages I deliver

down below they point and whisper

asking why from his castle high above

he sends a Raven, not a dove






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