With every word, writers show the world it is already whole. Loved. Beautiful and free. Limitless.
I’m the host here in this community. My goal is to create an inspiring and engaging virtual space where we can share our love of writing. Writing is my first love, the back bone of all that I do.
The writer’s eye speaks to the deepest listening we can do in life. It is feeling. It is a personification of the spiritual heart, and collective in the most profound way.
Fact, fiction, poetry or prose. Write ON.
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye after seven moons the council returned the Great Oak stepping forward gently he asked Mystery why she did not settle but I have kind wonders my hands live deep in the bedrock my mind loves the city my heart belongs to the Mountain
Writer, Let this week be double happiness – a writer’s date and a prompt. It’s this simple: You are the character – in your own mind. Dress up if you like, or keep it a secret. Be yourself or someone else. Be fact or fiction. But most important, be from the future. Fact, fiction, […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye eat with your left hand only it wasn’t dark yet when she said that but the clouds were becoming mountains already heavy with shadow I hoped it would snow she scooped up my chart from her printer studied it a diffuser bubbling at her feet interesting […]
Writer. Darling. Every single day is a post card love letter from the creative frontier. Don’t over think it, or think it too much into a corner. You live this world you transcribe. You are it, with every thought, every breath. This week, write what you know. You can make up the details that frame […]
Writer! Good Monday Morning Sunshine! What’s the wish of every writer? Well, there’s as many as we are far and wide, but what is something so many of us wish for? You got it. We want to write for a living! Of course we do already live to write, but there is something special […]
Writer, Start the car!!! No time for ‘splainin’! We’re going to have a new challenge start day inside the private community – Mondays. Deets on that.. coming Monday of course! We will still post the challenge here on Saturday, for those who work on their own. In the meantime, let’s keep ourselves tuned […]
Writer, Write thyself. Our work as writers is to translate the world through our own experience, and then express it with words that slide the exquisite beauty of life into the heart of a reader, without a trace. To the reader, it is their own interpretation of our work, and thus their owned […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye Last Saturday at 4 pm the wind pulled and swerved across three lanes of traffic she parked the car in the crook behind a tree she gathered all of her thoughts home from the leaves blessed by their silence
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye your heart is open to the wilderness, the breath of the sky and brilliance of form be yourself be free sleep not in anger for the world speak for her truth with your words all of your words all of your worlds be yours in keeping […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye when I awoke my nose was so cold and the blankets warm and heavy arriving late in the dark I hadn’t noticed the curtains yellow checkerboard and new frost covering the windows there were others awake now above footsteps and laughing the quiet smell of coffee I […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye tame the future scratch every itch have
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye there are certain spiritual truths in my books written with coloured markers I looked out over the Big Lake the biggest one he’s deep and cold don’t stay, he said but take me with you keep me too I piled the warm sand smooth into the zip lock […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye I guess I just don’t know how to be said the Wind one day to a tree why do you worry? asked the Maple well what if I am actually invisible?
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye crashed the raven’s council one black feather at a time neither did they see her when she slipped into the back room of secrets the door was left open and they were in flurry lengthwise the night was young yet seasons changing guard inside one breath […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye this is the thing with trains: they stay up all night and then sleep in parking lots their bones rolling and creaking in their concrete beds they wait for the sound of darkness to thunder in on the air and drown itself in the lake then they […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye we would be idea mongers resolution keepers we would sew our thoughts into the finest fabrics silken dreams to whisper life’s future into honour and she would feel proud and dangerous in paisley before them
Written by: Jupe Sterling I don’t like faux fur it reeks of death bring me open air and flower pelts on a bed of rushing water feed me grapes
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye I’ve lived here for five years whatever seven people hear what they want to hear and see me in the image of themselves of that longing late last night I got a message from the trees they’re thinking of making a change of going North I […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman still life looks like a magazine airbrushed available everything forty to seventy five off online during these strange times the man behind the deli counter wished me a good day his eyes crinkling with smile his voice brave
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman there is darkness that’s just biology in the evening it slides down my arms into my finger prints it pours wine into the glass and drinks me too it smooths the muscles in my back and wraps its arms around my belly personified […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman as the day is long I picked her up at 7 dishes done I need a hit to be sure she said so I congealed reality into the palm of her hand Closing her fingers one by one tight around her likeness she actualised […]
Hi! I’m Adrienne Yeardye. I am currently living in Hamilton, Ontario. I moved here to be close to my family, and especially to be near my Grandpa. He was 94 years old, and choose to live at home until he walked into the sunset Thanksgiving weekend, 2018. It was a magnificent experience. He was […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye, Consciously Woman nesting is dead she packed the car broke three dishes and a star four CDs later she boarded the ferry and sailed the lake into molten darkness cold silent mountain gallery into water deep on the other side she stepped into the trees […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; The Ish I’ve had many labels titles job descriptions doctor artist wife anarchist my favourite is mistress its peace the silent reverence for separation I unfold his t-shirt smoothing the stripes along my belly he has socks somewhere that match and it looks great with my […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman Texas swung out of the cab heels committed to her pleather jacket the engine was silent electric committed to free air Cabbie spoke three languages they negotiated mother tongues settled the change two blocks later she arrived at the sea on foot and […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman the wind howled up the back of the mountain summiting into the arms of the fog she was coaxed into the river of the valley where she caught the next train the prairies were beautiful in the night around the slow curves she stretched her arms […]
written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman the Moon is on sabbatical she’s doing research on holy how the hell to be the Moon in her absence the Stars have gathered together again each of the four directions home from the deep night they abhor irony by quieting the sky at dawn […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I got pregnant for the weekend once my body its own knowing In the warmth of the cabin and alone she took me into her arms and I slept ever deeply In exchange for her freedom she told me everything At dawn she rocked me […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman wide knuckles and short fingers skirt her name into the search engine the room is dark a few strands of her hair left on the pillow a photograph and a letter she wrote folded and unfolded in a box ritual at the threshold […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman slow cruise into brake lights comes to a stop I am docked next to the golf course Sunset beautiful into the horizon two Birds on the hydro line a third swings in then a fourth wingtips apart like drunks in a midnight choir proportion […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman Oh sure, I’m a lot of things. Life is hapless Without adventure. But I certainly am not Logitech. I intend to die in the arms Of whatever an IBM keyboard becomes. We will drink a sexy Czech pilsner Out of a crystal glass At my […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman Marta smokes but Suzie doesn’t. It’s a disgusting habit. She throws live butts out the window on the way to the office. Once upon a time on the Trans Canada the grassy median exploded into flames behind her. That’s a lie. It was the 401 on […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I prefer to be six feet under all the shuffling and the limping. Soles peaceful Dangling Into the sunset. The 403 is growling along its backbone and on fire. Wishing for her beauty The city flosses his teeth.
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I walked along the peak of the roof barefoot with Jim Free. Mohawk from Thunderbay but I didn’t care. I loved his big laugh and his loud ideas. He spoke easy. The shingles were still warm from the day. I curled my toes around the edges bending […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I wonder if we are mythical creatures incarnate lending our hearts to the grocery store clerk sharpening our blades into careless lovers relishing a moment’s peace in a cigarette crackling gently into the darkness and spreading into the vein truly
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman “Good morning Sunshine,” he chirped enthusiastically, sprawling out on the bed beside me. “You awake?” “Hmmm.” He was 4 minutes ahead of the alarm. “You’re early. Lie still.” “Your heart is my kingdom, my Lady.” He gently touched my cheek with his paw. “I hunt for its beat between […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I re-entered the atmosphere Stars aligned seamlessly before me After a conversation with the Man on the Moon. The Manitoba sunset fused my history With my bones. Balancing the lighter on the dashboard Upright The cars became cars again Destined for home.
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Consciously Woman I want to glue them all together: The stars; Plastics; Provolone; Love. I want them to know there is less than one molecule between them, That they are not special. I want them to know how the Universe becomes them. Equally. And that they should be so honoured.
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I’m kidding. I am The Caterpillar. But that doesn’t make much sense to me either. Truth is, I’m Jack. I’m a normal, hyper-intelligent guy from Provo, Utah, trying to make sense of a contract I signed three years ago. They want to develop my work, so why not? I […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I did see him first. I tried to duck back into the bank, but the pull towards him was too great. He felt me and stopped dead, looking up from his phone. There was no need to motion me over; my feet were already crossing the street. Magnetism is […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive I arrived at the party, already one in, with an entire bag of bacon treats evenly spread between the pockets of my jeans and my left sock. The aim was to be loose and irresistible. Trevor called at 7 am this morning, desperate. His girlfriend’s aunt died two weeks […]
Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive Phone rings with a clang. Rotary dial. I’m in my hide out. “Marta. You have to come up for air.” “Mom. No can do. I’m only half way through the series. I’m just about finished the night. Morning will be tomorrow and the next day. Then, the afternoon. I […]
And ultimately it was that job that drove me to this: The Book of Revelations is written on the souls of my feet Written by: Adrienne Yeardye; Jupiter’s Hive
I’m never sure exactly what wakes me. I’m never sure if my eyes are open to the smell of coffee, to the breeze off the lake and through the sunshine, or if to the glint of the blue stain glass, its twinkling. The cat is always purring gently, and I always wonder how long she’s […]
Calling all ya’ll: Do you have a figurative secret garden? Tell us about it!
For the record, my heart’s desire is to write fiction. Truth and fact, that’s easy and utilitarian. The real challenge, the real love of my life, is always the mythical, that force grinding the dullness off of the edges and sharpening life into the beauty that it already is. We do not resist fiction. We […]
Psoas long as the stars hang in the sky still The ankle bone is connected to the cervical spine Then Looking Up I wrote this a bunch of years ago. I have shared it 2 other times; this is the third. Both times, the reaction was silence, no comment. The first time to the man […]
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HI I’m Adrienne Yeardye. I am currently living in Hamilton Ontario. I moved here to be close to my family, especially to be near my Grandpa. He’s 94 years old, and continues to choose to live at home. It is a magnificent experience. He’s my Oracle. Selfishly, this “pause” in my own life has been […]
Hello All! This is the place where we post a picture and a little bio about ourselves. Tell us who you are. Please use a picture of YOU that we can see. As the community grows this will be how we connect to each other. The connection to each other is our number one asset. […]
My Grandpa lies. Big ones. Fat ones. Short ones. Skinny ones. And he’s good too. He can tell a thorough half-truth while shoe-horning into his hushpuppies, without even blinking an eye. In fact, some of his best lies are so good, they have been happily, and knowingly, traded for the truth. When I was […]
Technically, Martin died of a stroke. The sound of his head hitting the floor pierced the silence. By the time the ice cubes from his Manhattan came to a gentle stop on the immaculate hardwood, he had arrived, and was sitting comfortably in the wing back by the fire. He was relieved that his body […]
Happy New Year Hipsters! There is a meme out there slathering itself all over social media. Let’s capture it and put it in a bug-jar. “Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” Brad Paisley It’s on it’s second lap around the Universe and is sure to make […]
When my agent told me she had just the gig to cure my mid-career crisis, of course I guffawed. I told her I still felt like I was 20. She said: “Yes. Ill-humoured, under-fed, and over-caffeinated. You’re a train wreck.” “Whatever. I look fabulous! These shoes are in, my friend.” “Yes. If you are 20. […]
Hey Hipsters! The time is near…. YOU are the Elf on the Shelf. What do you see? Fact. Fiction. Poetry or prose. Write ON.