Category Archives: Inquiring Minds

My introduction page as a writer trying to get publsihed and a collection of posts showing who I am through ancetdotal musings about my life or how I am inspired to write or why I write and how I write in my own wierd little way.

Hey, I like Brown Rice too! – My opinion on racial inequality in regards to media


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l loved seeing  the 50th Anniversary for the March on Washington. I will say my equality wish is for it  to be present in television, movies,writing, and comics. Hell, I will settle for commercials for now.(sighting the latest Cheerios stupidity a few months back – look it up on YOUTUBE if you don’t know what I mean)

I haven’t seen equality surface yet in media..not really. Yeah sure , you have one little token character here or there in television or movies…but nothing really substantial. I just think its ingrained in our psyche to see a character or story played out as a Caucasian.  Imagine a black British James Bond, Doctor Who,  or  Edward  from Twilight , heaven forbid, (but yeah we got a Native American in there!)

Hell, I’m half black and I write consciously seeing  my main character be it a man or woman as white…how messed up is that. I have to consciously think of my characters differently when it comes to race. It just comes naturally to think of them as white. And that’s the whole point. It comes natural to us as a society because it’s all we know.

We grow up with a social media targeted majorly to one race. So each new generation thinks that is the norm out in the world. They become comfortable with it and everything else is alien. So that “alien” is just a filler or sideshow to pull in once in a while to say a line and go about your merry way or get killed off (case in point Walking Dead..great show btw) .

Now they are making some  slow progress, don’t get me wrong.  In the Ultimate Universe  version of Marvel they killed off Peter Parker and have made Spiderman a black boy (even though his last name is Morales, what’s with that.)  The Nick Fury from that Marvel world  is also black (and it carried over to the Avengers movie with Samuel Jackson…I bet you guys didn’t  know he’s been white in the normal Marvel world since forever)  Anyways, what I am trying to say in my own roundabout way is that there are many little facets in society that affect our overall perception of what’s really going on in the world. These facets mean a lot because they add up. Media is just one of those facets I would like to see evolve.

I think  back to the ridiculous movies and commercials and news  footage from the forties & fifties when television and media  took off. It painted an America as super wholesome and super gleeful and happy to be alive every moment of the day.  When people behind the scenes were hiding their bigotries, true sexual tendencies, alcohol dependencies or spousal abuse they endured on a daily basis.

Then the sixties came and everything changed because they realized the world was bigger than there own little world they lived in, in  there own little isolated neighborhood, and they were forced to reflect on what was right and wrong from civil rights to the Vietnam War.  And it was all played on what? Yep, television.

Your Mask – A Poem and a Blitz of Gifs


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Be it made of paper maché or plastic,

carved mahogany with a golden veneer,

or crystal clear quartz glass.

You wear one.

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Morning, noon, and night;

removed only when sleep comes.

For what purpose does it serve your dreams?

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Dead eyed stare, twisted grin, or a curious

smile that creeps ever upward hiding a secret

sin.

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Callous nature cloaked behind a beguiling

eye of the bluest blue.

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A beauty called to recklessness,

a perfection that only Death will strive

to collect once due.

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Know this.

All facades eventually decay and crumble.

Leaving you bare before everyone and yourself

as you stare into the mirror trying to

collect the pieces to a mask that no longer

fits.

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By Philip Wardlow 2013

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Feeling overwhelmed? Yes, wearing a mask does that to you sometimes.

I appreciate my Followers


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Just wanted to let my followers know  I appreciate you hanging on and your support .  I am writing writing writing  as always…thanks for your likes and your occasional comments!

New Short story to come on here and as always working on  FIRST novel that I am so TRYING to get finished for this year and ready for submission to Publishers.

So keep following, more great things to come…:)

Ocean of You


If I could hold an ocean in a glass then I could probably understand all there is to you…

Photo Courtesy of Silivia Grav
Photo Courtesy of Silivia Grav

 

Six word story Challenge!


Timber!  Town Flooded.  Beaver ran away.

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Haiku to you too!


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Awake yet I dream
Shadows play and ponder why
I stay and slumber
Donjuan
My lips form a smile
as your hand trembles in mine.
My claim has been staked .
Headlight
Disconnect me please
the pace of the world distracts
I wish to relate.
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Laid open palm stings,
as red pools in the shallows,
heart drips to the floor
BlackWhite
Lies wander to truth
as the center shakes off pleas
to honest deceit.

Thoughts on You – A Poem (of an erotic nature)


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You can tell a lot from a kiss;

anticipation, compassion, violence,  elation, a connection,

an erection.

You make looking beautiful look easy babe.

That body is a 9 volt battery I wish to put my tongue to.

I want to kiss every freckle that covers your body;

you know this  because you sun yourself

just so you can get a few more before I come home.

I have imagined you naked many times

but you exceed those imaginings a thousands fantasies over what my

mind could grasp once your bra and panties hit the floor.

You touch me in a subtle way;

its enough to tell me you have already fucked me in your head.

Yet still you tease;

bending over in front of me, giving me a backwards glance

along with a sly smile

and telling me to come and get it.

So I come and get it.

by Philip Wardlow 2013

The Incident – A 100 Word Flash Fiction Story


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The Incident –  Toogli hung from the tree high over head, hidden, looking down through the thick foliage. She had told him to run and not to look back.  He was a good son, so he had listened and ran like the wind through the trees. His friends often said he was the fastest. No one could touch him when he was one with the trees. Branch to branch, his soul knew the woods like no other. His mother had taught him well. She would win the day. She would get away. The two legs would be disappointed today.
“Crack!”   It rang out clear to his ear straight to his heart.
He had turned back then to the place they had been, just in time to see them dump the limp body of his mother inside the canvas bag and pull the drawstring tight.

The End

Note:  Thank you to Josh Mosey for the 100 word Writing Prompt

Quote of the Week


Feeling nostalgic, missing friends I haven’t yet met and ones I used to have..

by Tisha Wardlow

 

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