ABSTRACT:
Let me picture silence,
By the pale moonlight.
Kissed by the breeze,
And serenaded by roos.
FULL: http://www.uncorkedwords.net/uncategorized/poetry/night-talks/
ABSTRACT:
Let me picture silence,
By the pale moonlight.
Kissed by the breeze,
And serenaded by roos.
FULL: http://www.uncorkedwords.net/uncategorized/poetry/night-talks/
The Grampians, Victoria, Australia.
Series I
http://www.uncorkedwords.net/photography/grampians-series-i/
Example:
Dearest followers,
I have recently started my own website (as some may know) and want to publish as much original content as possible. I am opening my website up for submissions (poetry, short stories, photography, art, articles, any coherent rambles that don’t fit the previous categories). I will ensure that your post has all the link-backs you wish for (WordPress, Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, your own personal website, etc.) clearly displayed with your submission. I will publish selected submissions on www.uncorkedwords.net and promote selected submissions on Twitter.
Housekeeping:
To submit:
For those in need of a prompt for poetry/short stories, I am suggesting “The night watchman.” Use as you see fit.
I will publish those I feel are of the best quality, whether there be one or ten, or more.
Submissions for this round are open until 21/03/2016. I may make this a permanent feature in future.
In particular reference to articles and photography, there is a chance you will also be published on jeasauai.net (with full link-backs).
Selected submissions will be notified by email. I will endeavour to reply to all submissions, as much as time allows. Please do not be offended if you do not hear anything back.
Send submissions to: submissions@uncorkedwords.net
(remember to title UCW Submissions)
Thank you. I look forward to some quality and interesting material!
A. Campbell (Uncorked Words). x
ABSTRACT:
Standing roadside on a bustling street,
I spy you from a green car,
Would you much rather be elsewhere?
So unaware of where to go next,
Do you lack my set destination?
To me you are a drifter, a solitary figure.
FULL:http://www.uncorkedwords.net/photogrpahy/ode-to-a-stranger/
ABSTRACT:
And Midas made me a God,
As I fell through gilded pages.
FULL:
http://www.uncorkedwords.net/photogrpahy/the-statue/
As your blue waves swoon.
FULL: http://www.uncorkedwords.net/uncategorized/poetry/waves/
Mirrors jumble the city,
I am lost.
Thirty cents, postage paid,
I am lost.
Streets mood all gritty,
I am lost.
Board the bus, I have strayed,
I am lost.
The tower shadow, she fades,
I am lost.
Signs and shapes, my tongue prayed,
I am lost.
Write to me, my pretty,
I am lost.
A child’s dusty memory,
Hidden beneath the floor boards,
For nigh on a century.
Oh, what tales those soles record.
This was recovered beneath the floor boards of my parent’s house, as they are renovating.