What better to inspire those Wild Words, than playing with animals masks at Chateau de Puivert.
The words stuck in the back of your throat, and caged words on the page, are like the tracks the caged storyteller leaves behind, the clues to their functioning.
My writing this past year has focused on my erotic desires as a path to healing and spiritual enlightenment.
‘Finding your voice’ is bandied about as the gold at the end of the rainbow for emerging writers and storytellers.
This poem, by Stacey George, was one of the two runners up, in the Wild Words Winter Solstice Competition 2017.
I was drawn to the Wild Words competition by its connection to the Winter Solstice and the Full Moon theme.
I have written all my life, an impulse connected obscurely with my Hungarian playwright great-uncle and connected surprisingly with my English sculptor father…
All parts of the animal- sensory impressions, bodily sensation, and emotion, are designed to support it to survive, and thrive.