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    2025 Poetry Anthology Announcement!

    By Valkyrie

    The GA Poetry Anthology is returning for 2025 with the theme "Diversity"!  It's the perfect theme to show off the diverse world of poetry and its various forms.  I look forward to reading what our site poets come up with!  Please note the earlier due date.  The extra few days will give me more time to get submissions ready for the big reveal in April to celebrate National Poetry Month.     2025 Poetry Anthology - Due: March 30, 2025 The 2025 Theme is “Diversity” Feel free to
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Homophobia

Whether you are homosexual or not, you should repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, or gender.   I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.   I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday   I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a l

NickolasJames8

NickolasJames8

The Green Gecko

A few years ago when I was very close to being certifiably insane, I got the idea of having a green gecko (Not the GEICO gecko!) tattooed on my right forearm. It would be done when I had a story published somewhere, anywhere on paper. Needless to say, my arm remains un-geckoed.   Then yesterday someone in the higher domains of GA blessed me with a PM, a very important PM.   My immediate reaction was quite similar to Doris Lessing

CarlHoliday

CarlHoliday

Mentally Ill?, Hookah and Knott's

I recently got in to a conversation with an acquaintance about the nature of insanity and the mentally ill, and I guess he didn't know about me (bipolar) because the stuff he was saying was really unnerving. I mean, I don't think of myself as mentally ill. But I guess I am. And is that what others say about me? I'm crazy? That I'm mentally ill? I am going to think more on this . . .   I think I've decided on a tattoo design for my 18th birthday.   Smoking hookah and pot with your pseudo/sem

ashessnow

ashessnow

Who cares?

Me and Taylor went to Hampton tonight with my dad and my stepmom and walked to raise money for research for Kidney Disease. I'm doing it again next week in Portsmouth. The week after that, I'll be in Norfolk at Harbor Park walking for breast cancer research. It's kinda weird, because after all this time, after having four tumors taken out, finding a hole in my heart and basically spending more time in the hospital in the last few years than most people do in their lifetimes, I know that there's

NickolasJames8

NickolasJames8

Dates in the mirror are closer than they appear

So I've been beating up Busted, and I've been finding (as so many people do) that making it good takes a whole lot more work than just making it exist. I'd planned on having it done and shopping it around by the end of the year, assuming my HR department was OK with it. I'm not sure if that's going to happen now, unfortunately. It may, given that it's not yet Halloween, but I'm not holding my breath.     Still, the work going into the rewrite is definitely worth it. Even if the book ultimatel

TheZot

TheZot

Home, again

I went to work on Tuesday and drove up to Hermiston, OR, for a delivery in Pendleton Wednesday morning, which I made but was and hour and a half late because I missed my turn because I relied on Gatesian reality and not the directions I received from my company, but it was a nice drive through some pretty countryside, albeit not with a 53 foot trailer following my down the one and a half lane road that bicyclists really like because it's a nice ride through some pretty countryside.   Luckily,

CarlHoliday

CarlHoliday

There must be canary in my DNA

It never fails; I'm always the first person of my acquaintance to catch any free-floating strain of cold or flu virus. In fact, sometimes the first sign I have that the latest virus is loose is that I get sick again. This happens three or four times a year, and this last week. By now I've quit bothering to stop work or chores or anything really. I'd never get anything done if I let a little thing like the flu shut me down. Only once in the last couple years did I actually have to take a break, a

B1ue

B1ue

Skip the flu this year

It really sucks. I started getting sick Saturday and went into self-imposed quarentine. I've got no problems sharing but viruses should be personal don't ya think?   It started out with the nose running like a sprinkler. Then the fever and chills set in. I've slept more in the past few days than I have in ages.   All I wanted to do was sleep.   Did I mention how much I hate to be sick? I could never use that excuse to skip work cuz the bosses knew if I called in sick, I must be half dead.

JamesSavik

JamesSavik

On All Fours

Ok, so some of you may or may not know that I don't work as a bagger anymore. I got a job at the golf course. At first I was washing golf carts and bringing them around to the club house, but then one day I wandered into the shop and started messing around with some of the carts that weren't working. Well, one thing led to another, and now I work on the carts instead of washing them, and I make way more money doing it. So anyway, we have a catwalk in the shop that we use to get to the things t

NickolasJames8

NickolasJames8

I should, you know...

...blog since it's been so long. For that I can only blame ALL OF YOU! KIDDING! Relax... I just meant that I've been spending SO much time in the last two weeks getting the last chapter of FBTE finished and then Part 3 of UTBOS done by the deadline for the anthology. It was down to the wire... literally! Like... type, type, type, send to Steve for html-ing (like my new verb?), shower, work, come home, name the thing, send it into CJ mere minutes before the deadline. Anyway, I hope you guys en

viv

viv

The 3:33 to Leksand

There's always been this big mystery in my life and it's bugged the heck out of me for I don't know how long.   My father's father was an immigrant from Sweden. The story in the family was that when he got to Ellis Island and was asked his name he said, "I am Carl Daniel Y______. I left everything in Sweden including my name. I will be known from now on by an American name."   Well, that's the story. From what I know about what happened on Ellis Island, it's just as likely he said his name i

CarlHoliday

CarlHoliday

Car Accident And A Date?

Confusion seems to be the one word to sum up my life lately.   So about my life, it has been okay as always. Working a lot more dealing with the life of being a resident manger, is not all its cracked up to be. But it's what I have to do to have my own place right? So I will keep it.   So i got into a Car Accident the other day. Branden and i went to work to teach our class as always and i always work Friday nights after the class, so Branden wanted to go out afterwards, so he decided to k

Meeko

Meeko

Sucessful Failure

I quite thoroughly botched the Khayyam story, which I've tentatively titled "Happily Ever After." Oh well. I will finish it, because I want to see what happens next more than anyone, and I can't find out until I've finished what happens this time. Next time, I'll need to write a more humorous one. I tend to write one funny Khayyam story for every serious one, but so far none of the humorous ones have been published. It's a bit sad, but oh well. "The Road Not Taken" is the next anthology theme, s

B1ue

B1ue

I stink!

The title is quite literal... I really stink right now.   Earlier this evening, I went outside to get something out of my SUV, and it was dark. That's fairly normal at night, so they say.   As I opened the rear hatch, I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye, between the rear of the SUV and the corner of my house, just a couple of feet away. All I could see was a flash of white.   Then the smell hit... Ugh... I quickly figured out that what I'd seen was a skunk. It got me

C James

C James

Achieving Poignancy

Today, while waiting for a load in our Portland yard, I finished the rewrite of the last chapter of Tim and the Corsair. I wish I could share with you want I wrote, but I can't spoil your own experience with the story.   I think I achieved a high degree of poignancy, though.   I think I reached a closing for all the necessary characters.   I think I came to a point where THE END fit into the story.   In the first version, on Nifty if you care to read it, Tim and Geoff don't meet until la

CarlHoliday

CarlHoliday

Things come in 3's

Nothing profound here tonight Sorry.   Things come in 3's, or so they say. I really hope that is true. Last night my nearly 3 year old cat Tribble died suddenly, and I mean suddenly. I went upstairs to watch hockey and she was fine. About a half hour later, Sam comes out o his room and then comes running into me saying that Tribble fell over on the landing. Sure enough, there she was just lying there. I gave her some water and she drank it, turned over and died. She was always healt

Luc

Luc

Crap your pants

Two days ago when I was driving up the Central Valley of California I saw a cloud of dust over on the other side of the freeway. It was a huge vineyard and I figured a farmer type was doing some sort of farmer job and making a lot of dust in the process. They're doing it all the time all along the freeway, so it's not all that uncommon to see a cloud of dust blow out onto the interstate.   Suddenly, a car flies out of the dust cloud and bounces up onto the pavement. I thought for a second it w

CarlHoliday

CarlHoliday

Over The Line

Something happened today, and it all happened so fast that I still don't think I've had enough time to process it all. Maybe that's why I held my tongue, even though I really wanted to do something.   One of my teachers announced that she was diagnosed with breast cancer on Tuesday, and that she has to have major surgery to find out if it's spread. She had enough respect for us to tell us what was going on, and then she admitted that she was terrified. My heart was just breaking for her, but t

NickolasJames8

NickolasJames8

I think I'm depressed...

I don't really have a point to writing this, but it's keeping me from falling asleep so I figured I'd do it.   I haven't eaten in a day and a half, and I'm not even hungry. I have a bitch of a headache so I know I need to eat, but I just don't have an appetite at all. I got food today for breakfast and tried to force myself to eat, but I became nauseous every time I would think about taking a bite so I gave up. I only got two hours of sleep last night, and had to be up at 6:30 to finish a pape

JSmith

JSmith

Fiction and reality

I was quite upset as a teenager when I was told about how comics/ movies/ RPGs had a bad influence on "youth". I also hated being made part of a group just on view of my age. I've always believed "people", like in a vast majority of people, were grown up enough to see the difference between fiction and reality.   But as of late, I've started wondering about the influence of fiction, TV series in particular, on how "people" actually see the world. A few months back, I was at one of my music fri

Bondwriter

Bondwriter

A reminder to one I love

A reminder to someone I love that hearts have infinite capacity to love and that love is never diminished when it is shared with others.   The Capacity of the Heart   What is the capacity of the heart? I think of those I

Luc

Luc


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