Quillrosetellsstories - Quill Rose

"I love it when the night sky makes me feel insignificant."

Colleen Hoover | It Ends With Us

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Her Falling Star

Content Warning: self-inflicted violence

Estrella refused to look away from the sky, especially once she made her last wish on the star that shot across. She waited for another. Too late; her breath quickened. Starlight streamed down hollow cheeks. Estrella refused to take her eyes off the sky, even after the trigger was pulled.

NaNoWriMo Update One

I want to keep updates posted of my progress this month but I find that I'm not keeping track based on word count, but on chapters. I do want to share my breakdown though--

100,000 words total

5 sections of 7 chapters each

20,000 words per section

2,900 words per chapter

This is the outline I'm using, so when I've finished a chapter I assume it falls into this estimate. In the end I'll run a comprehensive count. As long as each chapter is near 3k, I don't fret and move to the next.

So far, I have 8 of 35 chapters finished and it's the 7th day of NaNoWriMo. I could pick up the pace...

Banana Skirt

Young with fruitful purpose

Blossoming into words-

“I am Woman”

Grown from the seeds of home

Born fruitfully endowed into trial

With berries of milk

Leaves of pink

Curves of bursting corn

“I, a black Woman”

My skin, a peeling

Covering the buds

Blossoming into overt

Speech against the weeds

Who pretend to be flowers

Occluding to capitalize on Sun

Too young

To understand there is enough

For me, too. 

~ quill rose

Snow on Poetry Lane

Down University Avenue,

            Past the Cub Foods

            And the Caribou coffee

Lies Poetry Lane

The words are etched

            Onto immoveable concrete

            A community’s love bared to the world

Yet the sky tests the citizens,

            Opening a flurry of thick flakes

            Fitting to the compressed letters

            Slowly taking up space.

The prose stands out in white

            Glittering under streetlamps

            And porch lights.

Feet clad protectively shuffle along the lane

Pausing at the words

            Before stepping

                        Unreading

                                    Packing the snow in deeper.

Gobs of white yet fall

Burying Poetry Lane

            Burying the hearts of those

            Brave enough to cement the truth

Until one gloved hand

Warmly brushes aside the blanket

            Shedding light on the community, and

            Poetry Lane, at least for a moment.

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