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AN OPEN LETTER/INVITATION TO OUR READERS Dearest Readers, Welcome to the first issue of WRITERS ANONYMOUS, The Literary Art Magazine. It is with great excitement and an even greater pleasure to introduce to you a new and different type of creative writing publication. This publication is a mind space for those who love to read and also those who love to write. Navigating through the opening sentences of this letter, you may or may not have realized that “this” is your magazine. You are a writer, a poet, columnist, a novelist and this space belongs to you. Take a peek, a gander or a good hard look through this issue and know that your words could be the next ones to appear on these pages. Our staff has painstakingly read, critiqued and selected the included entries for this edition. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed putting it together. The premise of WRITERS ANONYMOUS is to give our readers and opportunity to become published writers. You can get in on the act, with complete and total anonymity. No judgment. . No pressure. If you are interested in submitting your work for a future issue, please send us an email to writersanonmag@gmail.com for the official guidelines for submission. Thank You, Anonymous P.S. Should you recognize an author’s work, please do not divulge their identity. This concept only works if “none if the wiser”.

Anonymous One Created At dawn the whole universe stands still. Sunlight dances across the floor. Remnants of our lives play chase across the wall. Suddenly I flash back to an earlier time. Our friendship is present in your eyes. My whole life has hidden one truth. From the beginning it was always supposed to be you. He knew I would need comfort so he created your arms. He knew that I would sometimes be angry so He invented your charm. He knew I would be too courageous and He invented your will. He gave me heartache so that I could stand still. He turned off the lights so that I could feel you. He took you away so that you could feel me too. In the end I know that I was created for you. Look at the signs, of our lives as they have intertwined throughout our years. Look at the promises that fell and turned into tears. Look at the hope of true love that has carried us through. Look at reconciliation, and forgiveness that has bonded us like glue. I hold your pride down and you hold up my heart. We felt each otherâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s pain every night though we were miles apart. Your constant roaming and thoughts held you to one truth-that no matter how you tried to cope or run I alone was created for you. My exact opposite, in male-flesh, the extension of my soul and truth; cast aside and labeled but I alone truly adored you. Not of lust or of flesh, nor material -you are the greatest fraction of my heart. In life and death my adoration wonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t part. King of my home and my shining knight; I alone can see your glow. The strength it took to live without my emperor the world will never know. I am designed to filter out the doubt and the fear. I was crafted for you because the Lord knew how you were built. We are perfect, side by side in innocence and truth even when the world fades and the trumpet sounds I will still seek after you. 7

The World I am just noticing now, but the world has changed. There’s no more love and no more patience. Hurry here and hurry there, fast everything; from internet to the air we breathe. Even a walk in the park is an organized thing. We have to hurry home and watch the latest reality mess. The children now have no desire to correspond with invitations to come outside and play. I cannot tell you the last time I have actually gone inside somewhere to pay a bill. To wake and to go to sleep now I have to take pills. Pills to speed me up, then more pills to slow me down; I often wonder how without them, I ever got around. The world as we know it is being thrown away. I was reminded of this as I watched a commercial the other day. I sat there and stared as a man and woman lay in bed. I knew what they had done after their hair was all over their heads. The world wants us to accept the fast life. Millions of Americans in debt but they are encouraging you to satisfy your wife. Reverse mortgages are the government’s latest scheme. They are plotting to take back all the land; they use celebrity faces as a go between. Every Negro rejoiced when a black President took the stand. He smiles and waves while the puppeteer controls his voice and hands. I cannot believe that the world is this place. Women no longer walk the streets with elegance and grace. Call themselves by such silly names and get angry when you ask about their children’s grades. Our men are sliding into a world of passion and lust. Seeking sexual deeds with men and women; some guys are prettier than some of us. Grandparents now have no knowledge to descend. They party and club with their children…yes this is what we are living in. They want us to believe that there are no more missions to the moon. Truth is that their plots of colonization there is the latest boom. 8

We go to war with anyone who will not comply. They will have you to believe it is for world peace yet its tyranny, so that makes it a lie. How could this be that this is the world we live in? When did it go away? I think it ended when I was a kid. I often think that my generation is the last with golden rules. The children now handle parents as if they were tools. I am upset with my world as it today. Millions will gather for a march on abortion, but few gather to pray. Disrespect is a pandemic now. Hatred for religion has crept up on us somehow. I try to be patient with the way things are today. Like ashes in the hands, the world is blowing away. Like a great typhoon all of the distractions rush in. War on drugs and war on terror but there is still no war on sin. Imaginary battles have sent the world to its knees. Now with no finances left our country is begging please. Don’t believe that America is drowning in debt. Cut the contracts and the salaries and there will be much left. Why rush to the aid of another country thousands of miles away? The politicians and millionaires pass by our homeless every day. They entertain us with movies and songs of aliens knocking at our doors. Think about it? What are they preparing us for? I miss the days of quiet evenings and a gentle breeze. I miss when I would play in the dirt on my knees. I miss the time when I could walk to the store. With all the killings I won’t do that anymore. Let us go back to the way it used to be. What is reality now, was once only a bad dream.

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Anonymous Two Kites and Kisses Fact: The most complex people require the simplest things. I'm one of them.

Name Tag Cooler than most think, More entertaining than many will ever know, More authentic than many have met, Content with the aforementioned realizations.

Professions and Premonition I want you to want me like you've desired no other being. I have had vivid dreams where you have expressed that you'd like your woman-seeds to emerge into this life through me. You are my vision, and I wholly believe in what my souls sees. And if our sight has not been in states of obstruct-- Shun, and lust-Full fun.. Then Our images will match or at least resemble --fraternally... Dare I dream?

Mermaid I love youâ&#x20AC;Ś

...completely..

Inside Despite the warnings, you keep in stride And you continue to venture deeply Inside Uncontrollably, the excitement will rise There it is, I see it in your eyes And feel its pulse between my thighs Clenched teeth Tongues tied When you’re deep Inside I never want us to divide But eternally be combined Fiending for you until the next time When you come through And go deep Inside

Intertwined in your vines Intoxicated by your wine When you are deep inside Intricate visuals come to mind Thoughts only you could provide Intimacy that’s undefined Just for us Bottom line Yeh, I love to hear you sigh And I enjoy to scream and cry To the angels in the sky About how deep you are Inside The dark nooks and crannies of my… Kuma! -And my mind Bodily fluids I can’t hide Eagerly thrust to the outside To my needs, you oblige And with me, there is no compromise The new positions of which you fantasize ‘Cause you know that I don’t mind Experimenting with you Inside Whether shifting gears or taking a [straight] ride You never cease to drive me wild [or blow my mind] Speedometer displaying speeds so high That we are receiving warnings to check the tires

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Anonymous Three Seasons Of Intensity In my mind we have made love a thousand times.

You stared at me with your deep dark eyes on that evening in Fall, Caused my womanhood to take notice of every existence of your manhood. I had to look away to calm down from the climax I experienced that day… Yet, only in my mind.

100% of those times you have made me climb to my highest point of ecstasy. Allow me to reflect on these times… Each Morning… “Good Morning” you would say when I answered the phone. Your tantalizing voice captured my soul The pleasure of your romance started my day. Yet, only in my mind.

The nights you stood before me Kissing my forehead Ever so gently, You caressed my twin moons I responded with a sign. You kissed each one passionately and enthusiastically I had to catch myself to keep from falling in spite of myself. Yet, only in my mind.

When you kissed my lips on that cold Winter morn, You heated the mound just beyond the horizon. It was then you caused a gentle stream to flow And splash between my thighs as my heartbeat quickened… Yet, only in my mind.

My neck you massaged to ease all the tension Your fingertips slowly yet deliberately Caressed my inner and my outer existence. Yet, only in my mind.

With your fingertips you traced my lips On that rainy Spring day, then whispered something sweet in my ear. Together our love was soft, yet thunderously felt. Yet, only in my mind.

…And at this very minute, We are gazing into each other’s eyes as our bodies are intertwined. Deep inside the opening of this loved slaved goddess You have found a buried treasure to behold…

You simply touched my hands On that hot Summer day, I felt a stirring in my body that slowly escalated To gentle moments filled with passion… Yet, only in my mind.

Yet, only in my mind.

Sexual Rejuvenation I lay anticipating, As a patient stretched the length of a gurney awaiting the shock of the equipment to rejuvenate her existence.

My body enters into a state of pleasure As I hear the splashing sounds of a gentle stream nearby. The skilled attendant again receives the all clear sign.

At the precise moment of highest charge the attendant receives the all clear sign. A fiery charge explodes within my body causing my heart to jump in the cavity of my exposed chest.

I feel the electricity build, Causing a stimulation between the limbs which carry me. If required of them now, they would be too week to support the weight of my own body.

My body lifts itself from its outreached position. The arch in my back rises and falls As the charge sinks deeper into the crevices of my soul.

A second charge causes my body to gyrate and convulse.

I hear my name being called repeatedly.

It is unclear to me if the shakes of the attendant are the results trying to control my shakes or has the attendant lost control also.

Where there was darkness It’s overtaken by the light I now see, inviting me to come to the highest point of ecstasy.

Our bodies together shake, Accompanied with rapid breathing until we are both spent.

Then with rhythm, Our bodies dance profoundly To the melody in our minds.

And there we relax, Our breathing has settled. There are two hearts beating, But they now beat as one.

With the touch of the attendant, I’m taken to a field of flowers and green grass, which now becomes my bed.

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Anonymous Four Untitled A new day dawns as the sun meanders through the canyons, warming the cliffs on the opposites of the cavern, which lie just beneath the valley. Its rays stretch out and trickle its light over the distant plains. A pair of four member expeditions, begin climbing the southernmost face of the twin mountainous peaks in unison as two, single member parties join them from the north. Meeting, only briefly at the pinnacles, they descend. Not satisfied with completing their task just once, they begin their ascent again… then descending…ascending and descending…over and over, again and again. Climb…climbing…climb-maxing. The morning's cool and gentle breezes turn into warm gusts and then into the hot noonday's moaning and whispering winds that cease for just a brief moment… …subtle tremors ripple across the plains beneath the sun's rays sending violent quakes into the valley below… …the natural dam breaks as the river's juices flow freely from the mouth of the cavern and I lap the elixir feverishly. Like the impala, the zebra, the lions and leopards suckling the last droplets of the life giving potion from the only remaining waterhole on the plains of the African desert in the height of the dry season. Yet, I sip alone. I am the king of this domain and I have marked my boundaries well. Other members of my species have tried to cross over into my territory only to be engaged in battles to the death and met with fangs crushing at their windpipes. I am the dominant male. The moaning and whispering winds return followed by the cool and gentle evening breezes. The dam closes as the river's flow slows and its' deposits have already been devoured. The valleys and plains calm themselves, for the sun has begun its' retreat and I have quenched my thirst. 16

DAMN I can taste you, I savor your flavor That lingers on my tongue I can smell you Your scent is buried deep within my lungs It is your heart that is causing The blood to race through my veins And it’s your thoughts triggering The electrical impulses in my brain Damn I can’t imagine how much more Of this I can take I’m insatiable, I’m never satisfied No matter how much love we make Shit girl, I just can’t Get enough of you I lose my mind, all the time Because of the things that you do Damn, damn I can feel you all over my body Like an illusive itch And only you can sooth my skin Now, ain’t that a bitch I am sorry, sometimes, That I want you so much But it’s all your fault That I fiend for your touch Damn, damn, damn I hear the songs of your breath After you fall soundly asleep And think, “How could I have ever Fallen into a well of love so deep?” I guess it was inevitable That I’d lose control or realities hold In the presence of a woman Who is so… incredible DAMN 17

The Thought Of You my mind plays scrimmages with imprinted images of vivid thoughts and memories of possibilities limitless like watching the waves of the ocean take on your silhouette partaking of your pleasures without getting wet like watching the dance of the sunâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s outstretched rays entranced by a glance that becomes a gaze like being in a field of wild flowers caressed by a gentle breeze your fragrance surrounding me is all that I can breathe like looking upon millions of stars in the midnight skies that canâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t match the twinkle in just one of your eyes these are just a few images embedded in my mind but I constantly think of you all of the time

Fire I close my eyes to feel your touch burn holes in my desire your breath set my frame on fire you set this humble domicile ablaze with a spark from your lips and fuel this inferno with a gust of wind from your hips your body covers me like the sun hovering over a forest fire PLEASE engulf me, burn me until the ashes of desire stop smoldering… and then with a flicker… enkindle them and ignite me over and over and again and again

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Friend-to-Me Sometimes it’s good To break bread with your enemy The one that acts like your friend But only pretends to be The one that appears to be So full of concern But can’t wait to violate That measure of trust That he feels he has earned The one that smiles in your face But can’t wait til you turn around So that he can stab you in the back And tear your ass down The one who has part of the story But doesn’t even know the half And thinks that your trials Are worth no more than a good laugh The funny thing is That you can break bread with your friends And not know where they stop And the enemy begins

Maybe you think that No one’s paying attention Or you just don’t give a damn That you are misrepresented by your true intentions It’s sad, that you can’t Change what you do Because your inconsistencies Are completely unapparent to you Words and actions Should, at least, sometimes align But your words lead the pack While your actions straggle behind You may not think I am But I’m paying full attention You seem to be misrepresented By your true intentions

Suspect

Anonymous Five

I can’t believe that You abandoned me Although you said you never would I can’t believe that You hurt me Although you said you never could I can’t believe that You lied to me Although I said that I understood I can’t believe that We aren’t what I thought we were Perhaps… maybe I should

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Anonymous Six CHAPTER 3 Momma Says

Me and that boy, we been through it. He's got such a smart mouth and talk about attitude ... just like his daddy (he hates it when I say that). AI is different from the other kids. I mean they're all different from each other but, he is a â&#x20AC;&#x153;differentâ&#x20AC;? kind of different. Things come easier to him than they do to the other two as far as school stuff goes. I mean, he can just read over something and "know" it and he loves going to school, but he can't say that he does because kids who like school just aren't cool. He gets good grades (when he wants to) but I know he doesn't do his best all the time because he wants to be on the same level as his little friends. He'll slack up on his homework or throw a test every now and then to kinda balance out his average. Now, don't get me wrong, he is very calculating (and has been since he could talk). AI will stay ahead of the class , he'll hit that honor roll every semester, but it's just that in between time that really gets to me. We bump heads all the time about his grades, his friends, his Iil stank attitude and his big, smart assed mouth. I told him that what he thinks is cute or cool when he's showing off for his "boys" is going to end up getting him in the same place where some of his "boys" have ended up ... dead or in jail. My son, that boy ... I'd just like to choke him sometimes when I think about how many opportunities that he is going to block himself from if he keeps doing just enough. And that mouth of his ... he has two favorite sayings and I hate them both. "I'm a product of my environment" and "You made me, so if you don't like what you see then that's not my fault". He knows he pisses me off when either of those two stupid, idiotic statements just happen to fall from his lips as a result of getting caught doing something stupid or idiotic. Of course they are insulting, they both sting and tug on my heart strings a little because it sounds like the same bullshit (excuse my language) excuses that black men have always used to defend a position that exists in their minds on a grander scale than it exists in reality and because I have done my best with what I've got. I really tired of hearing that load of crap. The world is not the same as it was 30 or 40 years ago, it's still not level, but it is better now than it was then. Now, I'm not fixin to start rambling about "the opportunities" that are supposedly out there for our children. A lots been done but it will never be enough to fix something that was broken from it's beginning. I just don't like to hear him say those things .. .I don't want him to blame other people for things that he has full control over. I want him to be able to make the opportunities for himself that will allow him to work with his mind and not with his back. Well, I said earlier that he hates being compared to his dad, I think he thinks it's an insult because he really doesn't know or have a relationship with his father. Oh, but he IS just like him. Smart, intelligent (and yes, there is a difference), handsome, out-going, outspoken, ve1y aware of himself, Âˇ confident, powerful in presence ... and smooth talkers ... the both of them, they could convince you that red is green when you KNOW it's red. They both have this "thing" ... this part of their personalities that just draws attention away from everything around them. It's awesome to see how a room just stops when they move through it. It's like everybody there was waiting for them to arrive. I would suppose that "thing" could be both a blessing and a curse because with all of the good things they have in common sometimes their shared "not so positive" traits tend to rear their ugly little heads at some of the most inconvenient times. He and his dad carry around this rage inside that won't allow them to allow themselves to feel anything more than they want to feel. That could be good, I guess ... in a way, from a self-preservation standpoint, but it can't be healthy mentally, physically or emotionally... -from a work in progress 23

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SHIT HAPPENS I believed every word of what my grandfather said: “Boy, never say what your woman won’t do. Never get that comfortable in your relationship no matter how long you been together, how much you think you doin’ ‘round the house, in the pocketbook or in the bed. Boy, I’m tellin’ you right nah and for your own good, she will do whatever and yo’ dumb ass won’t know shit ‘cuz you stopped payin’ ‘tention. Ain’t shit you doin’ so good or special that anutha nigga can’t do jus’ as good or betta… remember that shit an’ you gon’ do alright by her an’she gon’ do alright by you. Whatever you did to get her, you gon’ have to do to keep her. The flowers, candy, walks by the river, takin’ her out to dinner, sweet talkin’…all of it. Don’t start doin’ nothin’ up front that you don’t plan on doin’ later. Marriage ain’t shit to play wit’. Them vows say for richer, poorer, sickness and health, fo’sakin’ all others. See?, ain’t no sucha thang as divorce…only marriage and til death do you part. Everythang in a marriage can be fixed if you married the ONE that God sent for you. She may not look like, act like, or be like the one you think you want, but she gon be the right one for you. It ain’t up to you to decide when it’s over ‘cuz, if it was right in the beginnin’, it wasn’t up to you to decide if, wit who and when it was even goin’ to get started. So, be careful when you say, ‘I do’ make good and sho you really do forever, til death do you part and pay special ‘tention to that fo’sakin’ all others part…it’s talkin’ bout me, yo’ momma, yo’ daddy, yo’ sister, yo’ brotha, dem niggas in the street, dem hoes roun’ the corner, people that you know and ones you ain’t never met, but most of all, it means you. For what God put together, let no man (you or anybody else) tear apart. First of all, don’t bring nothin’ in yo house that you don’t want to stay there, that includes furniture, food, books, clothes and ‘specially women. Take care of yo’ house FIRST, everything else is secondary. Pay who you owe, keep you some pocket change and give the rest to yo’ woman so she knows where it’s goin’. What you keep in yo’ pocket should cover anythang you do outside yo’ house. If it don’t, leave it ‘lone ‘cuz the cost is too much and yo’ pockets ain’t deep enough to deal wit’ the consequences of fuckin’ roun’ wit it. Anutha thang. Don’t let yourself go down. If you ain’t no fat nasty slob in the beginnin’, don’t think for a minute that you can turn into one. If you do let your appearance slide—her eyes will wonder more than they need to and so will her mind, where the minds goes the body sometimes follows. Man’s most basic instinc’ ,after survival, is to seek out and suitable mate and breed…to find it and fuck it. What that means is that you never stop lookin’ (and she don’t either) no matter how devoted and faithful you think you are. Just ‘cuz you married, don’t mean you dead. Don’t let her gain a lotta weight or do something with her hair that don’t look right, especially if it cause you to lose attraction for her. Don’t compliment her when a compliment ain’t due, lettin’ her think that everythang is straight when it ain’t. Be as honest as you can with her (you’ll know how far you can go without getting’ yo’ ass knocked off). 24

If you think she’s gettin’ a lil too heavy, if you don’t like her dress, if she got on too much make up, if her clothes is wrinkled, if yo dinner don’t taste so good, tell her…keepin’ in mind that she has feelin’s so you gon’ have to find a way of sayin’ it that won’t hurt them too much…leave her wit’ enough room to do the same thang for you. Let me put it this way, when y’all leave yo’ house y’all is representin’ each other… ‘if you don’t look good, she don’t look good’ and that goes both ways. You don’t complete no woman and she don’t complete you neither…y’all enhances and compliments each other. Listen here, ain’t nobody perfec’ and we all done done our dirt or gon’ do it, that’s jus’ a fac’… nothin’ we can do ‘bout it ‘cept for deal wit it when it comes. ‘Dirty men need to do more than bathe’, they need to pray…even if they don’t go to church. Don’t hold yo’self in sucha high regard that you think that you won’t fall prey to temptation. She a fine bitch, “Temptation”, and she’ll come get yo’ ass the second you start thinkin’ that she can’t. She’ll open them big ass pretty legs of hers and promise you that they lead to the gates of heaven, but you won’t know, til it’s too late, that you done fell yo’ ass into the fiery pits of hell, come back to the land of the livin’ and ended up with more than jus’ a burnt soul. Many a man and woman of greater intelligence and conviction than either one of us done felt her warm caress, dipped themselves in her womb and been consumed by her by her flames only to wake up to find their worlds crumblin’ down roun’ and in on top of ‘em. She’ll strip you of everythang you got and leave you standin’ butt ass naked for everyone to see just to show you that you are only a man. Even then, there is a reason for everythang under the sun. If you step outside of your circumstances and look at the situation for what it is you’ll find the reason. Point blank. Don’t ever ask a question ‘lessen you really want the answer to it and not the answer you already got fixed up in yo’ head, but the truth. Some people can’t wait to tell you the truth ‘bout yo’self. They jus’ waitin’ for the chance so they can point they finger in yo’ face and start preachin’ at you ‘bout yo’ shortcomins and faults….like they ain’t got none of they own. ‘The truth shall set you free…honesty is the best policy’, Hell!, not all the time. Sometimes the truth will have in mo’ shit than you can see yo’ way out of. See?, sometimes it’s hard to figger out whether the truth or a lie will hurt the most. In nem cases it’s best not to ask the question or give the answer dependin’ on what side of the gun you standin’. That’s why the police give you the right to remain silent. Not sayin’ nothing is often the best way outta somethin’. Hmph, silence is golden. ‘Seek and ye shall find’, is ‘specially true if you go lookin’ for some shit…best chance is you gon step right in it. If you was meant to see or find somethin’, it’ll come to you on its own. Don’t be in no hurry to rush fate…it’s coming. ‘Gardless of what other people say, trust ain’t the foundation of no lovin’ relationship cuz you can love somebody wit’ everything in yo’ soul and not trust ‘em as far as you can see ‘em in the dark wit’ one eye closed and yo’ hand over the other one. Love is the foundation of lovin’ relationships, nothin’ else. Build yo’ house upon that rock and it’ll stand and weather any storm. Don’t be puttin’ yo’ business in the streets either cuz you don’t know who tryin’ to dip they spoon in yo’ ice cream, you know what I’m sayin’? 25

Yo’ best friend will be the one comfortin’ yo’ woman wit’ some dick, after he done spilled the beans, cuz he the muthafucka that was tryin to slip in yo’ house whole time…you might as well had opened the door and pulled back the covers for him. Son, the point is, you gotta be a man and accept yo’ responsibilities in all things. You have a part in everything that happens to, for and on account of you. You got two heads, which ain’t always better than havin’ just one, but it ‘bout be best if you choose to think with the one ‘tween yo’ two shoulders ‘cuz the one ‘tween yo’ legs ain’t never gon’ see enough daylight to be wise in the way that the world works. Handle yo’ business boy, don’t let your business handle you. I’m finished,” he said sitting on the bench, elbows on his knees, twiddling his work worn thumbs, looking off yonder. The he reached over gave me two pats on the knee and said, “I ain’t gotta worry bout you, you gon be alright.” You kinda gotta understand. My grandfather was a man of few words…he didn’t say a lot, so if he started talking to you, you just sat there and listened to every word until he was done. Once he was finished he rarely left room for any questions. He broke things down to their simplest terms and gave it you just like he meant to. That pat on the knee was an understood hug. I understood.

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