Sometimes I feel empty when I finish writing. Or, when I complete a submission for publication. Not this time. I feel exhilarated. I feel as though a lot needs to be said, and I’m going to say it. When I was young, I needed light. Now I plan to be a light for the young.
Yes! I’m among the monthly contributors on MasticadoresUSA!
“My Dear Readers,
It is a pleasure to introduce you to our MasticadoresUsa monthly contributors. They are wonderful and accomplished writers whose work will be featured every month. That said, please continue to submit to MasticadoresUsa. I am thrilled to publish your wonderful poetry and short stories too.” -Gabriela Marie Milton.
Without further ado our monthly contributors in no particular order: Please click the below link to read the full announcement 🙂
It’s raining outside. A heavy rain. And with it a feeling of release. I just sat there feeling very little. No pressure to do anything, but write. Finally. I gave myself permission to write. I’ve been telling myself to submit to publications, but I haven’t. My cell vibrated and a half hour passed, and while still on the phone, a text came in from a childhood friend. He told me my step-mother needed to hear my voice. She’s doing better, though. I said goodbye, replied to the text, “I will call her,” and my phone rang again. Same family member, needed to say more. I found myself remembering that I needed to go to the post office and just like that I was in my truck. It’s a mess outside. The rain won’t let up. I decided to grab some beer for when I got home to write. Inside the little store it wasn’t busy and I was the only one at the post office. Now I’m home. Looking out the window. It’s 11:57 AM. Not sure who’s going to call next. I owe lots of people phone calls and I’m not sure when I’ll get to it. But for now, I think I’ll shut everything off, and again, give myself permission to write.
Strange remote corridor with cement walls flaking into watery step-stones, dark found a friend, and we walked; alone sings a nothing and what a funny thought came to mind about let freedom ring. -M. Taggart