The Ladies of Lit: Volume XXVIII

Feb 7, 201313 min read

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Published: Feb 7, 2013

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Welcome to volume twenty-eight my Literature series, The Ladies of Lit!

The premise here is simple. Below you will find an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants here on DeviantART, all of them suggested by you. In this article, you will also find a variety of other things of interest, including:

My personal pick for February. This article features the lovely OfOneSoul.

There are also several additional deviant features included here, for your reading pleasure. And a various selection of other interesting Literature news links and delightful features to share with all of you.

Our “meet our contributors” section. Be sure to note me if you would like to volunteer your services or offer additional suggestions as to how to improve this series.

We have a new series format for this news article, due to DeviantART website changes. Deviants are still able to

this journal, so please take a moment to do so, to continue to show your support for our devious writers.

Now – On With the Features!

RiseandBe
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_{Suggested by: LadyofGaerdon

“RiseandBe writes with her heart on her sleeve, producing prolific, personal, poignant and varied work that always has something important to say.”}

your-methamphetamine
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_{Suggested by: Lacewinged-Beauty

“your-methamphetamine writes with an intensity that leaves you reeling. Whether it be poetry or prose, her work captures you and leaves you breathless in the wake of its raw emotion and honesty.”}

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Bokeh.These days, Black Friday really lasts a week
but I haven't bothered to write out a list--
You cannot find the things I want in a store.
The sound of a rejected embrace
is the same as the shatter of a broken bulb
or a house burning down on Christmas morning.
There is a name for the way
strings of holiday lights blur out of focus
when you watch someone you love walk away. BolideIf the world ends tomorrow--
My dad will sit out in a lawn chair
the freezing Minnesota air,
chainsmoking and smirking.
And you, maybe if you wanted,
we'd stand at the top of the Indian mounds
like we did on the Fourth of July years ago
and watch meteors firework across the sky.
There will be no mini doughnut stand this time,
no children laughing at the bright flashes,
but also no repentance.
If the world ends tomorrow,
you don't need to apologize for anything.
Hearts are fragile things
and it's not like this world
hasn't been struck by a meteor before. Who ever said that autumn had to be beautiful?An indecisive autumn falls over the landscape this year.
The sky peeks through the tops of patchwork trees.
Their colors are broken.
Some are nude.
Others seem to light themselves on fire. Sometimes I take pictures.
One by one
The cicada calls deaden.
The crickets have abandoned the night
And the air is still enough
To hear a train's whistle fade farther away.
Geese fly overhead, pointing to somewhere better.
Where are you going?
Anywhere but here.
I cannot tell the difference between what is leaving and what is simply dying.

_{Suggested by: Jade-Pandora

“Emily's straight-forward way of expression in her poetry immediately grabbed me once I looked further into her style. Even though she's not new to dA, she comes across for me as fresh, yet wordly wise in a land-locked mid-western way. I'm not sure she's from the midwest, but that's the impression I get from some of her poetry, and that works for me.”}

TheDarkenedBride
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_{Suggested by: Mrs-Freestar-Bul

“Her poetry is full of wisdom and life lessons, she weaves her verses in a very mystic way, and she tackles some very interesting concepts.”}

ingle-nook
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_{Suggested by: SadisticIceCream

“ingle-nook's poetry contains beautiful figurative language, but she mixes those poetic strokes with small, raw details that make for truly interesting writing.”}

My Personal Pick:

OfOneSoul

Submerged in Swan LakeSwans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan Maidens bare their chests
and open their wings in veneration -
for the duck has sought beauty through courage
and earned his guise of grace and virtue. The Doctors In"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him.
Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.'
His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill that lead to the local, haunted legend. Krystal swung her faux tail playfully and adjusted the large black ears that wouldn't stay in her curly hair despite the obscene amounts of hairspray she had employed. Amanda clicked her heels across the ground. She sprinted in front of Roger and slowed to a smooth strut seemingly fo Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi

_{Kimberly’s prose and poetry brims full of heart and beautiful imagery. Her infectious positivity and joyousness nature radiate all throughout her writing. There is a raw honesty in her narratives, as she beautifully speaks out for those who might struggle to find the words themselves.}

Meet Our Contributors:

I want to express my gratitude toward everyone for all of the ongoing support of this project. I duly hope to see even more suggestions in the future. Also – those of you who did not see your deviations selected and posted in this article, they may be featured on the next one. We will have plenty of upcoming deviants to spotlight in the future. If you would like to be one of those, or to suggest others, feel free to note me and be sure to tell me what you love most about them and why these writers appeals to you. Do not be shy – get involved! The more suggestions I receive, the more writers that get featured. For now, check out our volunteers who sent in their features and offered assistance, and don’t forget to thank them!