Maya!

Canada

how could I be so faithful to the queen of media?

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yknow I'd really like to call myself a creator, but really I just dig up some words sometimes, and do my best to string them all together.

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Maya! (Canada) published:

The Ghosts in Chicago

PROMPT: Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

There are ghosts all over the streets of Chicago.
Ghosts in the hotels and in the gelato
Freezing the walls of the French sweet-shops -
On sidewalks, they haunt the commuters’ walks -
There are ghosts who eat anger and ghosts who eat passion
The tall ones who fancy my self-revulsion
The long ones who breathe in the dust like oxygen
The fat ones who laugh when the sewers blow open -

They miss me, those ghosts, on the streets...

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11 months ago

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Maya! (Canada) published:

Jill

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2019

In the olden days, when our house was still new, folks liked to have cellar doors. Of course, every cellar door needs a cellar in order to be a cellar door; so, though the cellar doors themselves were long gone, our house still had an old cellar. A small flight of stairs led into it, and the darkness beyond was populated by cobwebs, loose insulation, and, frequently, a cat. 

Jill climbed the dusty, rotting steps, and her upper half disappeared...

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over 1 year ago

Maya! (Canada) published:

Jill

PROMPT: Novel Writing Competition 2019

In the olden days, when our house was still new, folks liked to have cellar doors. Of course, every cellar door needs a cellar in order to be a cellar door; so, though the cellar doors themselves were long gone, our house still had an old cellar. A small flight of stairs led into it, and the darkness beyond was populated by cobwebs, loose insulation, and, frequently, a cat. 

Jill climbed the dusty, rotting steps, and her upper half disappeared...

Seeking Peer Reviews

over 1 year ago

Maya! (Canada) liked october 2019 wtw highlights by Anha (Australia)

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