For Writers IV: It Star-ts with You

It all star-ts with you.

It all star-ts when you choose to shine,
when the thing that your heart desires
is what you choose to do.

It all star-ts,
even if the first cheer
that you hear
is a “boo!”.

It all star-ts;
that’s the most important step
that it requires.

For Writers III: Do You


You can write about “nothing”
but you can’t write about nothing.
Your writing is beautiful,
and most importantly,
it’s a part of your soul;
it’s yours,
and you should never compare it to anyone else’s.

Love and improve your own work.

For Writers II: How to Start a Story


“The Novel” by Michael Escoffery

Don’t ever begin a story with “allow me to/let me describe/tell you a story about…”

Unfortunately, it doesn’t build tension like “allow me to/let me show you my breasts.”

Who am I deceiving? Even that is not the best a person can do. Just showing the breasts without any warning would probably turn the other on fas― never mind. That would not work for a writer. The anticipation is necessary, but it shouldn’t be too slow. 

The reader, who may not be someone who fancies stories that much, might just turn to the next article when you begin with “this is a story about…”

Be a little more aggressive.

Instead of “this is a story about a guy with large buttocks”, try “damn, his buttocks were large!” I’m not sure about “that ass was fat!” It’s not a bad idea. The more traditional writers who are reading this are probably thinking “oh wow, this writer is such a perverse lady”. Haha. I apologize, sir, madam. 

The reader goes “how large, dammit? Jeez!”

You go “I’m talking large, round, fleshy, XL…” or “as(s) large as(s)…”

The above would not have the same effect as “her buttocks were large”. I chose “his” on purpose- so it wouldn’t be so sexual, so it’d be funny instead.

It could be something else; it shouldn’t always be about butts and stuff.

For some reason, “buttocks” was the first example I thought of. 


A Love Letter to Poets

Cassandra in Prayer

“Cassandra in Prayer” by Michael Escoffery

Your art lives off your heart;
our end ends when you start.
You are poetree;
you wet yourself with your own tears and blood,
and your words are the healing, nutritious fruits
that our eyes and hearts consume.

Thank you for your poetry.

For Writers I: Don’t Gag Your Self

One minute, you’re possessed by something
till you cast it out through words;
the other minute, you are not.

Writing is an art;
you can’t fulfill all writeousness.

Serve your words raw when you need to.