Life, it just doesn’t take a break. From birth, we are serving a life sentence on death row. If you have figure out a way to get out of life alive, don’t tell me, especially if it is*shudders* eternal.
First things first, where are all the writers? All of you dreamers who have always wanted to draft the great American novel, y’all awake?
Ok, the ESC Hatch? What is it?
Simply put, it is how I engage with the world, and how I have chosen to continue my Marine service. Starting out as “Art Night” in my Richmond, CA apt every other Thursday evening from 7 pm to 9 pm. It was an open invite to friends to address the nine hundred dollars (yes, your heard right, $900.00) that I had purchased after my divorce, and my ex-wife had departed with our youngest her soon to be wife (yes, your heard right, Burning Man changes lives, and it isn’t an ironic saying, yes, it is cliche, cliché only means that it is true, my life IS a cliche. …
All submissions must cover what an irrefutable, human collective Truth is/are.
The word count range is 500 to 5000. Additional talents such as artistic ability, digital illustration, voice over, book narration, podcasting, theater, improv, and stand up are a plus.
There is limited space currently. We value content, engagement, and authenticity over past or present success or experience. Only send your submission to:
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We are EXCITED to hear from you!
Adrian ‘Yobi’ Blumberg
Pilgrim | Trail Finder | Listener
WE are Earth,
And Our Garden,
Does not seem well.
Eden cries out,
That it is not hidden,
Eden wants to be seen,
Under Our feet,
Felt in Our blackening lungs,
In the unnatural grit,
In Our teeth when We drink,
And in other deep places,
Of which We do not speak.
Whether YOU see, or sense is irrelevant,
Once OUR Collective Self,
First knew, Its own mortality,
Our absolute lack of ability,
To save, or ever after answer why,
Would our Creator make,
Such beauty, only to annihilate,
Our Earth, Our Garden, Our Blue sky?