Publications of interest (Updated July 3, 2022) — Hello, me lovely PW writers! As promised, this is a list of active publications who are seeking writers. 💥Please be sure to read their Submission Guidelines carefully.💥 I’ve tried to gather publications that accept similar content to what you’ve been accustomed to submitting here. IMPORTANT FYI Christine Graves will still be posting…

Why I beat myself up for making mistakes — No one has ever said that I have to be perfect — only I tell myself this. I am my own harshest judge, my own worst critic, an over-analyzer, and a self-faultfinder. However, I wasn’t born this way. I grew up in the shadow of my older sister. She was…

A reminder from Spirit — Go gently, be still no need to rush through the day — channeled message from Spirit In quiet contemplation I open my heart to Spirit allow words of wisdom to flow into my mind — There is no race to be won no mountains to climb only the stillness of lakes the unseen…

An early childhood memory — Pain. Metallic taste. Bright lights overhead. I am awake. Should I be awake? Where am I? This pain in my throat and that taste? What is that? I cry out. I need to be heard. Are they even listening? “She’s awake, doctor.” “For God’s sake, put her back under.” Silence…

Letting go for something new — Most days, I haven’t a clue what I am doing I weave and bob in a cosmic dance or slip through vortexes and shifting sands Moments pass me by, day after day as the Universe assures me this is for the best Just keep going — it will all work…

30-day journaling challenge — Day 3 — This is going to sound completely selfish and possibly bordering narcissistic, but up until about a couple of years ago the only person I could truly count on was myself. My life has been filled with disappointments. I learned early on in life that I had very few people in…

Micropoetry — It’s the spin, spin, spinning in my head the world around me moving in waves and these numb feet cannot land right One step forward, two steps back, back then off to the side in a wicked dance as a rush of nausea overtakes my will and down, down, down I crash sinking into the vortex of…

If she didn’t ask… — I remember that day vividly. It was winter and nearing Christmas. My sister and I had gone to the public library to checkout some books for the long school holiday ahead. As we entered the building, my eyes were immediately drawn to all the glitter and blinking lights. …

A Shakespearean sonnet — A gentle wave flows, caresses my mind Such a feeling I’ve never felt before Could this truly be love? Curious find? Or a cruel trick a~washed upon my shore? My troubled psyche cannot bear a lie Should you be devil-spawned to beguile me Please be true or leave me, and let me…