Pay It Forward Thursday- May 16, 2019

Come join in the fun at The Go Dog Go Cafe’s free event – Pay It Forward Thursday – May 16, 2019. Come share the best poem/post you read/enjoyed by another poet/author with over 4,800 patrons at the Cafe! It’s Free, It’s Fun and It’s a great way to say – Thank you to a writer whose words touched your heart this last week!!! Please help promote this free event by reblogging to your followers! Thanks!!!

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The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. It a great way to share the love and pass it on to the readers. It also becomes a great pool for excellent reading stuff by your fellow readers of the WordPress community.

You are invited to post one link to one specific post of poetry, short story, or flash fiction, 300 words or less please, from someone else’s blog in the comments below.

Happy reading!

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davidbrucehaiku: the hardest part

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THE HARDEST PART

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What’s the hardest part

Of writing your first novel?

Writing the first word

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John Ford’sThe Broken Heart:A Retelling, by David Bruce

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William Shakespeare’sMeasure for Measure:A Retelling in Prose, by David Bruce

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Ben Jonson’sThe Alchemist:A Retelling in Prose

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tornadoday

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had I known
from the start
what the stars had in mind
might have bound
up my heart early on
perceived as transgression
forgiven as such
unnamed to the darkness
just before dawn
where poetry stands
as proof of our days
was here that we first learned to love
had my soul been aware
of another somewhere
pages unnumbered
and bare
carbon impressions
of weakness and light –
fragile remembrance
of sight

. . .

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