From the Vaults #1
This is an idea I had about some of the older pieces some of us have written when we had about 2 people aware of us (1 of those being a bot). Archives are becoming more popular but at this time most readers still click a profile and start reading back from there.
In my own case you’d have to go through (at the time of this writing) over 600 listed public articles to see the earliest stuff I published on here (or go to my archive :p )
So I figured I’d time travel way back to the nether realms (no, not those nethers!) of my favorite writers and bring attention to some of my older favorites. Credit to Tamyka Bell for the seed idea.
(I’m assuming if it’s published publicly on Medium, my mentioning it isn’t going to offend or bother the author. If I am wrong, please just let me know.)
Tamyka Bell is up first because I’m leeching off of her idea. I adore her and her writing. I remember the first work of hers I read, Ode to the other man, owed to the woman, just blew my head off, brains everywhere. It was disgusting. She makes me think, and I feel this piece carries such an important message:
Minna Von Walden is one of the first authors I started seriously checking regularly. She and I have a kinship of sorts in the appreciation and celebration of scenic moments, where the descriptive imagery has to hit a sweet spot just right to be effective. She has an amazing talent with this:
Wild Flower, it probably goes without saying, is one of my favorite writers on Medium. So much depth and deeper going still, I can feel the search and discovery in her writing, like an old soul newly remembering. I’m amazed and mystified by the old eyes/new eyes feel of the words she writes. It absolutely slays me. Here’s my favorite earlier work of hers:
Anna Present, patient, encouraging, supportive, yes, in addition to being an amazing poet and writer. I’m just getting over being intimidated by her :) She’ll probably roll her eyes at me for that, but when someone writes in a similar vein to what I try, and does it so well… It’s hard not to be a little intimidated. 🙇 My favorite poem of hers from earlier on is:
Michael McQuarrie this guy makes me stop, look at what I’m writing, and think “I need to step up my game…” I see his name and I just know it’s going to be excellent stuff. I’ve been left several times without adequate words in response, reducing me to a “holy shit!” reaction. This unusual piece of his touched home with me:
One of my own from the dense jungles of the past:
(I have a lot of favorites to go through and plan to do many of these. There is no particular order to this, so don’t think I don’t love you just because you’re not on this one :p )
