The Green Light is lit once more!!! Our SEVENTH ISSUE is now LIVE!!! Don't miss the glorious #Poetry, the fantastic #fiction, and the amazing #photography! We're honored to share our contributors' pieces with all of you. #GreenLightLitFam#GreenLightLit
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A REMINDER: @dolphinneptune and @wownicebuttdude are putting together the 2020 Summer Series as we speak, but if you're looking for something to read while you're quarantined, we literally have HUNDREDS OF FREE MICRO-CHAPS to keep you occupied. Links in the thread below:
Years later, she said, I never liked figure skating, I just knew
you did. If I catch a glimpse of it now, flipping channels,
I can almost hear the phone ring, feel
the kitchen tile slipping away under my socks.
- from 'Winter Olympics' by @ashlurtis
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My best friend and I ice skated on the kitchen floor,
twirling off wooden chairs, gliding across tile
in our pink ruffled socks. Salchows, Lutzes, even
a rare triple axel or two. It was 1998. Olympic season.
- from 'Winter Olympics' by @ashlurtis
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Presenting this week's edition, 'Midwinter Missing,' featuring work by @TLBREIT, @Tiffobot, Lisa Reily, Karen Walker, and @ashlurtis. Even as we engage in a cold, celestial dance, we might find something in our hearts to cause an earthquake.
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Have some faith in yourself. Take shots at places you’d never think your writing could get into. Try writing the piece that’s been living in your mind, but seems too scary for the page. Swing for the fences. You literally have unlimited chances.
Going thru my 150 ways to play solitaire book & tried Betrothal. Won my second try playing. It was going to be my life’s goal to try and win. Now what I’m lost.
stick out tongue at my reflection
in the glass, like she did at me
when I was her mirror.
For a brief moment, I call her
spirit into mine, and she rests
on my face like a warm mask.
- from 'Putting On Face Cream In Front Of The Mirror' by @ashlurtis
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You ever look at non-poets & think, how do they get through the day without broadcasting their deepest fears, autopsical melancholies or contagious rage?
She’s not dead yet, but someday—
my fingers tremble at the thought,
performing my nightly ritual.
I dip my finger in the soft
white bowl and smear youth
on my cheeks, nose, forehead
- from 'Putting On Face Cream In Front Of The Mirror' bt @ashlurtis
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Presenting this week's edition, 'Will to Live,' featuring hopeful work by @thysilverdoe, @ashlurtis, @TopangaHippie, @nocturnical, @thedimpledpoet, and @MichaelIgoe5. Jump into life. 🐘🪂
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you know when you hear a sound, and then it gets so faint that you’re not sure if you’re really hearing it anymore or just hearing its ghost in your head? I want to read poems like that