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Interview with Bestselling, Self-Published Author David Johnson

Not until he entered his 60’s did David Johnson decide to try his hand at writing novels, yet almost overnight he became successful by writing the Amazon best-selling Tucker series.

In this inspiring interview, Johnson shares how his varied life experiences prepared him for a writing career and gives suggestions to aspiring writers on how they too can achieve their dreams.

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“Scorpio Snake” – A Poem by Robert Black

I was born
A Scorpio snake
Longing for
The white hot desert
As pure as a needle tip
Under a naked flame
As I slither
And scratch around
The dirty streets
Of humanity
Trying my best
Not to bite
Or sting
Down Rue de Bellevue
To deposit the glass
From the previous nights
Of drinking
And writing

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Interview with Clive Dawson – Award-Winning Film & TV Scriptwriter and Associate Producer

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"Screenwriting is not the glamorous profession it’s made out to be," explains award-winning film and television scriptwriter Clive Dawson in this candid interview. "It’s a hard slog, with few rewards and a great deal of heartache. However, the enjoyment is to be found in the process, not the end result, and just occasionally, it’s worth the effort."

A professional screenwriter for over 20 years, Dawson has written countless hours of TV episodes for UK television and contributed to top-rated ITV and BBC dramas. Three of his screenplays have been produced into major motion pictures, with another 3 in pre-production or development.

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“A Plea by Lamplight” Dark Poem by Nina Athena Radke

She sleeps in a past that lives in her gaze
blurring in brightness and dulling the haze
longing still to escape the deaths
of life that fades away

please touch, please reach through
worlds, and rescue, grasp, tease
hold firm and wrap yourself
around these vacant needs

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Interview with Dougie Brimson, Bestselling Author and Screenwriter

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"I never actually set out to be a writer at all, it just kind of happened. Indeed, it's fair to say that even after three award winning feature films and 750,000 book sales, I spend most days waiting for the literary police to bang on my door and cart me away for fraud!" - Dougie.

In this interview, you'll meet best-selling author and screenwriter Dougie Brimson, discover how he got started and what inspired him to write his critically acclaimed screenplays and books.

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“Ever” A Poem by Aracelly P. Campo

My love lives in a past memory
That almost slipped into the present
And became a distant futureI will always think of thee
Of all the things we could have done
And what we could of have been

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In My Mind’s Eye by David B. Pincus

A thousand times I have seen you, seen you in my mind’s eye.
Once upon a time you were there, for real, but not now, ever
When you went away my world crumbled and all is ruined, dust
Where did you go? So far away I could not see or hear you.

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Tick-Tock by LaToya Ann Jackson Talley

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
So fleeting is the time.
The bills to pay, the clothes to wash,
and the kids to bed by nine.
Where do I find the time?

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Oh, where do the hours go?

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Darkness Morn by Dana Cheer

Hope begins aglimmer
In the form of a ray of light
That slowly begins to scatter
Against the darkest of the night

Blinded no more are we
On our hopes that were forlorn
Now that we finally see
The light of darkness’ morn

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“Time” a Poem by Robert Black

It is not you I hate
It is time that has done me
Made me feel old when I was young
And look old when I feel young

Sure I chased you
And never found you
But you kept that spark alive

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In Dreams by Brea Viragh

I dreamed of you.
Before we met I knew
That somehow, some way,
You were mine.

Through foggy, disjointed
Sleeping images
Your hand touched mine
And I felt the heat.

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Ode to My Body by Natalie Swain

You carry me.
So heavy is my
Soul,
A burden on the
Soles of your feet.

Your curves
Flow like a
River to the
Sea of
Becoming.

How I have abused your
Unassuming welcome –
Ravished receptacle for my
Loss of
Faith.

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Your Last by Rebecca Cherrington

I don’t mind I’m not your first kiss
but I want to be your last
I don’t care what’s happened before
the past is the past

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There is No Peak – Sexy Erotic Poem by Cyntax

As a child, mommy told you about fire,
Playing with it… consequences are dire.
So when we first spoke and my gaze was magnetic,
I warned you of the danger, but you told me to “forget it.”

When lips touched, Niagara’s falls heightened up speed,
The waves crashed faster, so I just took the lead.
Emotions were high. Might as well call it weed,
DNA spilled profusely. You chose to let it bleed.

Me? I’m no angel. I’m guilty as charged,
Convicted of attraction. Eternally at large.
The judge should throw the book at my seductive soul,
Probation wouldn’t work. Control is my goal.

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Of Ashen Mind by Edward J Davis

Unfound along breath’s existence,
Heart of none, exhausted blank
Deaden to hopes, black holes gnashing pit
Love lays slaughtered amongst sanity’s skin
Truth bare, broken hearted growls.

Tree of life bends now tree of death,
Will for one, all for naught.
When will arid soul give way to soaring rains?

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Announcing the Winners of our Writer’s Cafe Erotic Poetry Contest

Announcing the poets who won the Erotic Poetry Contest we hosted on Writer's Cafe!

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The Art by Olivia Mock

The way you brush my body with your hand
sends a bolt of lightning through my veins so
powerful even Zeus could not withstand.

Longing to feel the pleasure of your blow
as I hold the rod of your love. My dear,
I know our roots will not go much deeper.
For now, like atoms, I want you as near.

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Awake at Night by Palma Mingozzi

How many chills
Spent in a restless night
They come and go
Between turns in light-stars
in the shaded dark

And how many thoughts on my mind
Papers thrown out in a basket and
How much nonsense exists in a sigh

How primitive is
Man at first rising in the early morning light
Celestine is the color of the sky today
And she smiles at the scent of coffee
Poured in a ceramic brown cup that steams vaporously

Today I am no longer attracted by the
Chasing after of a dream
For those who want it
They can go and get it

Today I am alone with my thoughts
In my silence
I have no worries
I am convinced that life is sincere
That death is accepted

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Life by Will Neill

Life is like a flower
that starts out from a seed
it needs some love to make it grow
and help it to succeed

It becomes a tiny sapling
that plants its little roots
then from the stems
buds soon grow
with leaves and little shoots

As time goes by a petal forms
that’s just how nature grows
before too long that little bud
evolves into a rose

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Farewell – Sad Love Poem by Soodabeh Saeidnia

My hands sense nothing,
when I long to touch you
My arms, deprived of your curves
My eyes, blind to see your borders

I can’t hold you anymore
as the sun is a kidnapper,
a tormentor, who tears you apart

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