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This Particular Side of Heaven – quailbellmagazine.com
A Better Woman – quailbellmagazine.com
Girl Gone – soboghoso.org
What Does Being Latino Mean In 2016? – latimes.com
The Woman Who Gave Birth To Me – inkandnebula.com
Mercutio In Drag – issuu.com
When Able Was Born – pandorademise.com
Dryland Issue 9 – dryland.org

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𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝐼𝓉 𝒞𝓊𝓉𝓈 𝑀𝑒
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Silence builds around
silver moonlight drips
rivers melt away
into spring.
Glowing
your presence
shimmers as if
it were broken glass
on the asphalt
under frozen street lamps.
It’s just
I want to hold
a light so tender and true
within me
just a moment longer

Please
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Portrait of Mary Pickford by Nelson Evans, circa 1917
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#poetry #poem #reading #womenwhowrite #poetrycommunity #poetizando2021 #marypickford

Read an excerpt from “Charlie, Forever and Ever,

Read an excerpt from “Charlie, Forever and Ever,” below. Preorder your copy, set to be released in October, 2021, from @flowersongpress
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““It is men that think there is some sort of redemption through violence. As if with closed fists or machine gun they will gain honor that was previously denied to them. Some cruel god took your manhood, right? Now you must prove who you are through fire and fist. As if they are deserving of respect because they break apart the world with their roughened hands. god, I am so bored of masculinity. it is as predictable as the sequence of traffic light; green, yellow, red.”
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See the lithe boygod, dazzling in his might as he moves through the darkened penthouse, (good god, good god watch him writhe on the floor) the grace of his step, poised like the great Nijinsky, nude against the dying backdrop of the city as night falls. Madness and brilliance were entwined inside of the dancer; the boygod is no different. The boygod is Nijinsky reincarnated. In the pursuit of outward perfection, the gods failed to include morality in the mortal soup, the composition of my love. He is sadness and selfish and arrogant and deadly loving and kind angry and generous hungry and starved but he moves with the fatal passion that drove Nijinsky into madness and isolation, never to dance in public again.””
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#flowersongpress #womenwhowrite #speculativefiction #art #writers #indieauthor #indiespines #indiebooks #hispanicheritagemonth

𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒜 𝐵𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓃
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I want to start every poem as ‘the world’ as if I’m addressing the entirety of it instead of only speaking to you which is what I’m actually doing
I want to say that heaven is as wide and blue as your eyes, eyes that watch me undress. Eyes that seek out every click that spells my name. I want to be as undressed as heaven, as open wide.
To be pressed upon your secret I am drenched in the thought of you pursuing me through labyrinths of digital desires where television static resembles speech patterns of robotic recordings answering machines leaving cryptic messages in slurred speech from the back of the bar where I saw your name and number written on the wall
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#poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #lovers #loce #poems #writingcommunity

𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓔𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪 🔥 .

𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓔𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪 🔥
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“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕔é𝕖’𝕤 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟” now available on @medium Link in the bio for a limited time 😉
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#womenwhowrite #erotica #shortstories #flashfiction #pleasure

Sleepdesire . This entire earth is a bedroom where

Sleepdesire
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This entire earth is a bedroom where I rest my head and sigh at the wonderment of your sky hovering above me in perpetual, mirthful light.

At this altitude, I do not even need wings to fly. I kiss the lips of lovers whose dreams float above the naked bashful moon. Your light is
like golden silk tumbling down for all to grasp between curious fingertips.

Each golden strand ties me to you and pulls me close to whisper all the secret desires that dwell in the darkness between the stars which breathes quietly while others sleep watching their dreams stir above their heads and creep through the velvet evening as though on spiders legs.

I miss you. Come dream with me. Sleep with me. I miss you.
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#poetry #womenwhowrite #poem #sleep #lovequotes #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofinstagram

anyway I just wrote a new poem inspired by ‘the

anyway I just wrote a new poem inspired by ‘the hellbound heart’ by @clivebarkerofficial over on @medium read the rest at the link in the bio also enjoy this clip of me eating chips with the sound on you’re welcome
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#poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #poetsofinstagram #hellraiser #clivebarker #horror #senuality

🪶 . Great hovering bird above a world as sharp

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Great hovering bird
above a world as sharp
as broken glass
Wind whipped grass
exhales generous sighs
From your obsidian eyes
how well do you
see me below
Watching you watching me
do you know me?
I want to ask it
The crunch of brittle leaves
beneath my feet
signals to me how
landlocked I will always be.
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📸 by @yourschizophrenia
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#poetry #poem #womenwhowrite #artistsoninstagram #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity

🐻 💙 . Can’t wait to meet baby Robert! Cong

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Can’t wait to meet baby Robert! Congratulations 🎉

Swipe for a surprise 🩳 . . #slutsbytheseapart2s

Swipe for a surprise 🩳
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#slutsbytheseapart2slutharder

♾ Preorders Now Available ♾ 🧬 . Charlie, a

♾ Preorders Now Available ♾
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Charlie, a young doctoral student of mixed race with schizoaffective disorder, in 1990’s Manhattan, is on the brink of discovery when she meets- and falls in love with- boygod; the troubled heir to a tech company ruled by his beautiful and ruthless mother, Daphne Fitzgerald-Turner. The pair immerse themselves in an intense relationship, fueled by drugs and a traumatic bond with their respective mothers. Boygod, whose volatile relationship with imperious Daphne crosses many shocking borders, and Charlie, whose own mother’s struggles with mental illness lead to a near case of filicide.
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As Charlie delves further into the shadowy realms of science and her mind, she becomes convinced that she can predict the future, that the technology she creates will be responsible for untold misery throughout the world. Unable to extricate herself from the web of her abusive relationships, Charlie begins to spiral further into the imagined safety of the whispers of her mind. What they have to say may change the narrative of humankind or doom it completely.
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Told through hauntingly poetic prose by Charlie and the boygod, Charlie, Forever and Ever will lead you through an evocative labyrinth of deep, erotic desires and contrary hearts.
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Charlie Wood’s tragic relationships may doom humanity- or save it.
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Natalie Sierra (she/they) is a first generation Latinx author and poet. Natalie is the author of two collections of poetry, Nadine: Love Songs for Demented Housewives (2015), and Medusa (2020, DSTL Arts Press), for which her poem ‘Medusa is My Sister’ was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She has also written two collections of short stories; Temblors (2016), and Strangelove: Tales of Love and Lust (2019). Her work has been featured in dozens of publications, including Dryland, South Broadway Ghost Society, Medium, and the Los Angeles Times.
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Link in the bio & below
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https://www.flowersongpress.com/books-1/p/charlieforeverandever
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#womenwhowrite #scifi #bookdebut #bookrec #indiebooks #bookstagram #bookrecommendations

Okay but my latest is now available to read on @me

Okay but my latest is now available to read on @medium
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Parables of Ecstasy: Want for Lovers
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𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙? 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥?
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This is the beginning of a series revolving around several characters I’ve been working on the past couple of years: two vampires named Antonia and Vaslav, and Lucifer (who needs no introduction, I’m sure.)
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Give it a read at the link in the bio ❤️‍🔥
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#mediumseries #parablesofecstasy #sexuality #lgbtq+ #shortstory #flashfiction #vampire #lucifer #fantasy #sciencefiction #womenwhowritehorror

#throwbackthursday 🌞 🌊

#throwbackthursday 🌞 🌊

A new horror story “Blood Meal” by Natalie Sie

A new horror story “Blood Meal” by Natalie Sierra ⁦‪@PandoraDemise‬⁩ , about a woman whose horticultural devotions conceal sinister deeds,‬⁩ now on @medium
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https://link.medium.com/M87RSlqXKhb
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📷 by @martabevacqua
#womeninhorror #horror #scarystories #womenwhowrite #writingcommunity #writing #art #writerscommunity

🧬♾𝒮𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝒶𝓁♾🧬
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Proud to bring you the cover for “𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓮, 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻”, a debut novel by Natalie Sierra, plus an exclusive look into the book!
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Dark and dreamy, with evocative prose that fills you with both love and dread, quietly devastating its reader, “Charlie, Forever and Ever”, will be released Autumn 2021 by @flowersongpress .
Artwork by: @monstercadet
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Book reviewers contact me for a digital ARC.
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#bookdebut #bookstagram #coverreveal #bookrecommendations #womenwhowrite #speculativefiction #novel #novelrelease #nataliesierra #writingcommunity #writing #latinx #latinxbooks #poetry #poetrycommunity

I welcome your weather. The orbit of your touch. .

I welcome your weather.
The orbit of your touch.
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Wear my lipstick like
summer sweat kissed
across your searing flesh.
Are you not proud of me?

It doesn’t rain in heaven.
Heat travels, floats above
your bedroom door
is a mirage I enter,
unlocked.

In the warmth of your arms
a thousand summers break
open before me, enveloping
me in the molten heat
of your core.

Slower, pour over me.
Desire is a thing of weight
held between our stares.
Heat and flame, sweat and
light, wash over me.
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#poetry #poem #heat #summer #poetrycommunity #womenwhowrite #art #poetryisnotaluxury

The Lion, The Lizard. What a scream, what a face.

The Lion, The Lizard.
What a scream, what a face. The thoughtful poetry and the decadent debauchery; his humor and humility. ‘Legend’ doesn’t even begin to describe him. When I think of him, my mind scrambles to find a single word, but too many, and many that are in contrast, suit his mercurial nature.
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Others have tried to imitate him, but they can’t equal his mystery, depth, or sexual magnetism.
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“Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to the endless night.” I believe he carried both within him.
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@jimmorrison ♾

I’m Only Sleeping . Veins like watchtowers puls

I’m Only Sleeping
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Veins like watchtowers pulse
blue lighting that rain fire
down on my goose flesh
atoning for some militant ache
that marches through
my apologetic night
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I am thinking on fantasies
that have to do with smiles
Enduring the panic of life
With a petals worth of light
No god or man could pull
me from this fire.
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Life is beautiful, if you
wait long enough.
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📸 from Pinterest
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#poetry #women #womeninspiringwomen #poem #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #poetrycommunity #photography

George Harrison . Nostalgia is a riderless horse w

George Harrison
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Nostalgia is a riderless horse
whose pounding hooves beat
echos of cerulean dust into
your bloodstream.

Summer beat heavily upon the doors of the trailer park home but we sealed ourselves from the world in a bedroom quartered off by Mexican blankets and towers of books. You played George Harrison over and over willing me to get it but I was still sleeping on him thinking how Trent Reznor was so much better and I don’t know maybe I’m still wrong or possibly right but now George’s voice wails through my speakers more. This was the summer that we discovered love in a movie theater soda cup. Sticky and terribly sweet. Do you remember that?

I watch it careen past
hallways and borders,
unaware of the effect
it has on me.
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#poetry #poem #womenwhowrite #poetryisnotaluxury #georgeharrison

Song in a Strange Land . Tongue and guile guide me

Song in a Strange Land
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Tongue and guile guide me
to your nest of gilded deceit
where I know
how beautiful the lies are
and yet
I still grovel at your feet.
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Anoint me in the sacred;
spit on me. I
open myself up
to receive your cup,
exquisite drip of your rivers
pouring over me.
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I am your valley.
Your land of plenty.
Your Armageddon and
your crucifixion. Speak
to me in hushed whispers
Tones of sacred adoration.
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Understand me: let me
spill my life upon your pages.
Turn talk of the pagan into
sacred obligations. For
what I say can only be trusted
by men whose gaze
has been corrupted
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by every earthly pleasure.
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#poetry #poem #womenwhowrite #erotica #poetryandpain #pleasure #poetrycommunity #kink

Like Smoke . The more you try to control me the

Like Smoke
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The more you try
to control me
the more I become
like smoke
Like shadows on
the wall I move away
from you all
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📸 from the @brooklynmuseum
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#poetry #womenempowerment #poem #photography #art #artinspo #womenwriting

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