A-mention: Presence vs Absence, A Postcard, Nudity and Dirt!
Idk about you, but I would read them all.
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I have a bone to chew with you A-Stacker! I understand that we are all writing for different reasons. For some, its to pass time and for others it is to heal. Some of you are writing to educate and others to unload the creativity their brains keep churning. My question is, why are you being selfish with your writings? Do you think it is fair to avid readers who are also looking to pass time, heal, be educated or be lost in your creative wonder?
Maybe I am the problem for assuming you know how to use Substack, let me help you. Scoot over!
The heart is the like button. The chat icon is for comments. And the recycling button is for RESTACKING!!! Incase you aren’t sure what that is, it’s basically a button you use to share your content with the Substack community. And guess what? You can use it endlessly, it doesn’t break. Seriously, try it! If you already knew that, I am mad at you for being shy to use it. And if you didn’t, please don’t make me mad any longer.
Thanks for coming to my A-Talk, hopefully all my sarcasm poured into you. Now, onto more serious business, our favourite reads from this week.
Never have I ever imagined I would ask anyone this question but, how much penis is too much penis? I am not talking about size but consensual viewership. Where do you draw the line?
I draw the line at non-consensual viewership. Reading
’s account made me want to get on a flight to Italy and do something. I do not know what, but something!!!TW: Sexual harrasment
Have you ever tried to read faster than is physically possible? I did. Two paragraphs into
’s article. Quick question is this real life or fiction? I genuinely couldn’t tell.The person you are today is not the person you will be next year. The things you love today may fade into the background, stick around or you may add more to the list. You are not constant but even in evolution, some versions of you smile and wave from a distance.
had me asking myself questions about who I am today and where my other versions lay.
When I read this title, I immediately heard Lloyiso’s song Seasons ringing in my head. The specific line that came forth was, “All I ask, don’t call me.” Which is crazy because
was asking for presence in this poem. Anyone know where I can get a brain that doesn’t gravitate to heartbreak? #sigh
“You start to realize that everybody cannot come with you. That you can’t hold on to every hand, to every face that has passed through your life. They now belong to different chapters, written in a language of time you no longer speak.” -
I couldn’t add more to that. Go read the full piece.
This could be you but you don’t share your work. Have I rubbed that in enough? Great, I will catch you again next week!
This week in A-News…
We launched A-Prompt and we have amazing entries! A big shout out to everyone who participated. We truly appreciate it and we had a great time reading your pieces. Nov 17, 1 pm (WAT) we will be in the community chat, serving you with A-Prompt. Subscribe to take part. See you there!
A Perfectly Ruined Thing
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Prince Akatika; Author of “Dirt" here. It was Fiction by the way. Realistic Fiction. 😂
Thank you so much for recommending my poem! I am pleased to have my work included with that of other talented African writers on this platform.