Now, the rules:
Prompts
+ group icon and prompt included in description
+ a link to a recent critique you've done on something in the group gallery must be included
Responses will be evaluated on technique, creativity and originality.
Critique
You can also nominate someone else's critique on one of your pieces. Please also include what you found helpful about the critique in this case.
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PIF
Here are some things we've found that need some love:

run, jump, fallif you're looking for me
you'll find me in the jellyfish sea
i'll be waiting for your sea-salt lips
to claim me and your purple-pruned fingers to
wrap themselves around me and take me far,
far away
we'll do a running start and take a leap of
faith off the edge of the earth and
reach up to kiss the stars -
then
plummet
spreadeagled, handheld in the sky
and sprout wings to tickle our faces as they
beat by our sides, and
we are euphoric,
goosebumps in the grass.
(if anyone's looking for me,
tell them i'll be making love in the jellyfish sea)

And your love is some dust in an old man's coughyou lull me into your weakness
i get degraded
all the red leaves in the world
alongside half frozen trees
look on at the autumn sun
behold the tempest
write me into pink petals
& i am unscented
glued to ground at the station
(and what calm
could have been mine
I WISH I HAD THE BALLS TO ADDRESS THIS TO YOUFEED ME TO THE VULTURES
because you have given me no
more than spools to shape my ceramic
bones and flesh for the hollow of my soul.
i have no eyes, still with you
you do not lead me blind and
my fingers have not felt a thing
it was never meant to; even with you
i can feel the
cardboard press of your chest
and the thread of your arm
wrap me into chrysalis,
keep me from the violent
thumb of the universe, all
the things i was meant to
SO WHAT HAVE YOU GIVEN
ME EXCEPT A FEW VITALS
i do not have a mind nor thoughts
to fill it and yet you continue to fill
me with the toxic waste you think
best, and tell me there
isn't a thing better i would
want to know other than
the color of the vulture-spike
crammed into the column of
your back;
that being a complex substance
in which origins and understandings
are found in the breaking of pieces
into smaller and
smaller again
is a curse and a sin; it is better that
i am what i am, exactly what
you'd w

outgrowing gillssea-cradled urchin
child has a salty heart yearnin'
for a glimpse of mother moon
tiny spiked wunderkind
punk, studded belt
you know life's answers well
shuffling through the seaweed-less halls
missing the ocean swell
tidal waves foaming at the mouth
everyone is laughing now
at the boy born on a boat one sunny afternoon
cause mama loved the sea like lovers love the sheets
landlocked kid is homesick and
sea sure, he's searching for the sea shore
life's a blur for Davy Jones at his locker
capsized by sea-legs on solid ground, he finds his seizures
and he hates his earth mother
he hates her
for falling for the ocean and
how he's rocked by the moon
how he's mesmerized by her glow
her pull on his sea-conceived cells
no
he hates her too
for the puking in the stalls
for the ridicule





Option A
Leave a critique/helpful comment on one of these pieces (or one of the others in our Pay It Forward gallery), then note the group with a link to your comment.
Option B
Find a deviation that could use a little more attention and send a link to it to the group via note.
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PROMPT
Prose
As an IT guy, I can check my work's security cameras from home. I just saw a pair of small red lights moving around in one of our old clean rooms.
Our feed is in black and white.
Poetry
Ready...
Set...
Write!
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CURRENT EVENTS
If you're participating in NaNo, be sure to check out the NaNoWriMo Chat Schedule.
Check out last Friday's Edgar Allan Poe-themed feature!
Love dA Lit has just published its 100th Issue!
If you're interested in possibly writing a ghost story as part of the prompt this month, consider reading this forum on what makes a good ghost story.
Haiku writers might want to check out the Haiku Club November Contest.
Interested in getting into the Christmas spirit? Consider entering the Secret Santa Short Fiction Contest.
=TwilightPoetess is hosting a Secret Santa project for Christmas this year! Go read this journal-- Secret Santa Project --for information on signing up!








And the land became brown sharp points of death...by #lacoterie