Wake Up a Woman Wordle

It’s time to play with another poet’s words…mine! I took words from my first book, Wake Up a WomanI hope you enjoy them and find them inspiring!

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Here are your words:

static
woman
kindling
embracing
banister
vain
clasp
curtains
gunshot
stubborn
relative
ruins
sprung

And have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information…

Good luck and have fun!

Remember, all entries must be linked back to this post with a pingback or by commenting.

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Shaping of an Angry Black Woman Wordle

It’s time for a new wordle! This week, I’ve taken words from one of our editor’s books, The Shaping of an Angry Black Woman  by Tamara Woods. There is no set amount of words you have to use, and you can use any form of the word listed below (plural, past tense, etc.)

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Here are you words:

drippings
splinters
fickle
barcode
articulate
quivering
accusing
lipstick
DNA
jail
witches
kiss
mimicry

To check out Tamara Woods’ book, click here!

Good luck and have fun!

Remember, all entries must be linked back to this post with a pingback or by commenting.

Where Would You Go? | Prompt

We just got our first snow of the season here and our skies are gray and overcast. It’s depressing weather. I’m not a fan of the cold.

So to combat that, let’s take this week’s prompt on a little vacation:

Write about a place you wish you could visit.

Any where. Any time.

Where would you go if you could go right now?

Have fun and link back to this post or leave your post in the comments. All prompt entries will be considered for this year’s magazine.

Game Prompt: Voting

It’s been awhile since we’ve done voting on poetry, so I’m excited to see everyone coming out for their favorites. This voting is ONLY for this week. Remember to share and visit one another’s work. The poet with the highest number of votes will have their poem featured here tomorrow morning and will be entered as a submission for the upcoming magazine issue.

Our prompt this week was to use the word “game,” as the word itself or the theme of it. We had some great entries, so good luck and we’ll see you next Monday with a new prompt.

Winner Takes All

Yesterday, we posted an amazing, super-cool, so-much-fun scavenger hunt and we’re on the edge of our seats to see who wins.

To win, you must be the first commenter with ALL of the correct answers. So even if you think someone else might already have it, post your answers anyway. We’ll check them and notify the winner tomorrow.

The first place winner will receive a free print edition of The Reverie Journal, Issue One.

The second place winner will receive a free e-book edition of The Reverie Journal, Issue One.

Good luck to you all!

The Adirondack Review | Publishing Opportunity

Part of what we do here at The Reverie Journal is to tell you about opportunities to share your work.

Of course, we certainly hope you’ll still consider submitting with us for our magazine, anthology, or Write for Us submissions.

Today, let us introduce you to Albatross. The name is a nod from Coleridge’s poem, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and “consider the albatross a symbol for the environment.” This they interpret as they are more biased toward poems about the environment. They “publish mostly free verse and prefer narrative styles.”

Learn more about their submission policy here.

Email: rsmyth@anabiosis-press.org
Contact: Editor: Richard Smyth
Address: The Anabiosis Press
2 South New St.
Bradford, MA 01835

Party Girls Don’t Get Hurt

I’m the party girl, the smarty girl, that arty girl

That rock and roll child, toured with Nirvana

Born to be wild, dressed up in style

Party with rock stars, cool kids, out laws, in the raw

 

I’m the cool girl, the hot girl, the “it” girl, human tilt-a-whirl

The popular girl, wild child, live on the edge, crouched on a ledge

The sexy girl, men want to screw

Super talented chick, don’t you wish it were you?

 

One two three drink

one two three drink

one two three drink

throw ‘em back till I lose count

 

Envy me, copy me, fall for me; worship me

Beg for me, plead for me

If they want me they bleed for me

I’m the girl who takes all the chances, who dies everyday,

is reborn every moment, I’ll lead you astray

 

Pour me a drink and I’ll tell you my life

your envy so thick it could cut with a knife

White hot

Independent

Drinks are for free.

My options got options, don’t you wish you were me?

 

Dressed to wicked perfection in Jimmy Choo boots

Black leather and buckles in three different heights

Bold and

brassy

Inappropriate

Carefree

Druggy misadventures with Beasties and Flea

 

The Limelight

The Tunnel

The Mercer Hotel,

Partied in Vegas

New Orleans

Nashville was hell

 

 

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

    I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist

 

 

I’m the girl who’s shaking now, what have I done, what have I done?

I’m the girl who’s sobbing now, gotta unplug,

Hair matted down on one side

“just get home” on repeat

 

All those friends were not real they were props on my stage,

painted in the shattered strobe light now they all fade

Stop judging me, hating me, coveting my life

The years slipped through my fingers, a fool’s paradise

 

She’s the makeup smeared girl in a bathroom stall

vomiting out daddy issues against the back wall

Cutting white lines on the closed toilet seat

without smack in her veins she feels incomplete

 

Dance with me, sing with me, you’ll present like a king with me,

steal with me, deal with me; you won’t ever heal with me

 

The party girl’s wrapped in layers of numb

anesthetized to the hilt with cocaine and rum

Escaping at dawn from a loft I don’t know

How did I end up downtown? Did all of us go?

 

Remember that time she was sectioned in Queens?

She thought it was Manhattan or some kind of dream

A cop picked up her up for not knowing her way,

or where she was, who she was, or even what day.

Commited for 3 days for being insane –

a half ounce of coke does that to a brain

 

The hot MILF, the cool mom,

loses custody of her kid.

So cop a little more scag,

drop off the grid

Hot-bodied flame-haired

girl from the hood

She’s homeless in 6 months

But damn she looks good

 

But I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down won’t open my eyes

    Keep my glass full until morning light, ‘cos I’m just holding on for tonight

 

Ready to fuck like a porn star, wanna have a good time?

send me your email I’ll fuck you online

Check your respect at the door cause you’re here to screw

and fuck my best friend, don’t mind if you do

 

Play with me, stray with me, put yourself on display with me

Stay with me, stay with me, I can’t bear another day of me

Play with me

Stay with me

Stay with me

Please

I can’t be alone I can’t seem to breathe

Post- party heart- crushing comedown at dawn

when the drugs are used up everybody is gone

 

Play with me

pray for me

Play with me

pray for me

 

The life of the party, she quietly seeks death

You’ve helped her this far – why not steal her last breath?

Play with me

Pray for me

Play with me

Pray for me

 

pray for me

pray for me

pray for me

pray for me

 


 

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Samara is the no-holds-barred, five times Freshly Pressed blogger at A Buick in the Land of Lexus.  She mixes honesty with humor in high definition, first-person story telling. Samara is also a founding member of The Sister Wives blog. She lives in New Jersey with her son Little Dude, the coolest 11-year-old kid on the planet.

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