KJ Aartila
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- Top Story - May 2024
Why Don't I Win Vocal Challenges?
Why Don’t I Win a Vocal Challenge? I have been a member involved in judging one of the Vocal challenges and have read numerous entries to different contests. I will say my choices in the works that I think are worthy of placement are often not equally appreciated by my peers, so my taste may be quite “out-of-touch” with the “norm,” so here’s one opinion in about a million; do with it as you wish.
By KJ Aartila28 days ago in Journal
- Top Story - April 2024
A Chicken in Every PotTop Story - April 2024
A Chicken in Every Pot Our new additions! 3 Barred Rock, 2 Lavender Orpington First of all, let me say, I am not a fan of birds. I have had many traumatic run-ins with them throughout my life – from Quaker Parakeets (small parrots) to African Greys to Cockatiels – and many more. They have drawn blood and held me hostage. Being held hostage by a Quaker Parakeet is mighty embarrassing, but …
By KJ Aartilaabout a month ago in Confessions
Day #13: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 13/14 “WHERE” Writing 5 minutes – “Suburban Swimming Pool” At the Community Pool. The blue water looks so refreshing on this steamy day as I stand on the edge, sucking up the courage to jump in. I don’t think I’ll jump. Not today.
By KJ Aartilaabout a month ago in Poets
Unexpected Betrayal
I hopped off the school bus, hitting the ground at a dead run ahead of my two younger brothers; dropped my book bag at the house door and ran down to the barnyard. I couldn’t wait to touch the little horse who would be waiting to see me, after a full day of going through the motions of attending my Middle School classes. I wanted to get home to continue the training of my young horse. He was coming along so well!
By KJ Aartila2 months ago in Fiction
Day #12:Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 12/14 “WHERE” Writing 5 minutes – “A Cliff by the Ocean” I stood on the cliff, my long hair whipping my face in the strong wind. The waves crashed the rocks below and the side of the steep embankment in the humid air. This was a stormy Lake Superior calling to me in its powerful turbulence in a storm, reminiscent of the ocean. Was I lost at sea?
By KJ Aartila2 months ago in Poets