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We encourage deviants to select only their best pieces of literature for submission. We look for pieces that simultaneously move us, challenge us, and inspire us as readers; pieces that stimulate us emotionally and intellectually; and the pieces that display true technical skill. To ensure this level of quality, we have judges who consider all these things, and let only the pieces they deem up to snuff through to the gallery. The purpose of this is to push our submitters to excel, challenge themselves, and improve their craft, and to provide our readers with high quality literature to read.


 Hello, and welcome to the

Featured Deviant of the Month 

for :icontalentedwritersguild:

TalentedWritersGuild is a literature group committed to the encouragement, collection, and archival of high quality prose and poetry works. To find out more about the group, please click here.

 Here at TalentedWritersGuild, we encourage deviants to select only their best pieces of literature for submission. As judges, we look for pieces that simultaneously move us, challenge us, and inspire us as readers; pieces that stimulate us emotionally and intellectually; and the pieces that display true technical skill. When we vote, we consider all these things, and let only the pieces we deem up to snuff through to our gallery. This pushes our submitters to excel, challenge themselves, and improve their craft, and provides our readers with high quality literature to read. 

The Featured Deviant of the Month is a member whose submissions meet and surpass this criteria.   

 December's Featured Member of the Month is...


With 27 pieces in our gallery to date (mostly poetry), Jade-Pandora examines life in thought-provoking, emotion-wrenching brevity.  An old soul with a penchant for haiku and other Eastern poetry forms, Jade-Pandora's writing is bound to leave you pondering.  

Why not give one of these pieces a try:

Paradigm ShiftEmerging flash of starlight pap
between sunset and ocean cap
colliding spang into my eyes
for once to have me realize
not everything becomes a song,
and I shall sleep before too long.
our flotilla;
your cupped hands
the grace of my rib cage
as we drift toward
the shelter of a quiet cove
my hair tangles
the valves of your heart
holding you at bay
for a moment
till I return your breath
the children we were
play together
share ev'ry secret
rolling in the grass, always
laughing in our dreams
  Senryu, and How It Differs from HaikuCompared to other styles of poetry under the category of Haiku and Eastern, there is comparatively little published about the more aggressive senryu.
Senryu, whose name means river willow, uses humor and satire to examine human society. Senryu takes on the form of haiku, but makes greater use of punctuation techniques (ellipses, exclamations, etc.) to convey its point. Senryu can use seasonal kigo, but do not rely on them. In senryu, the seasonal reference should be second in importance to the human portrayal. Contrary to popular belief, not all senryu is humorous. Many express misfortune, eroticism, political views (very important), religion & spirituality, and even anger (observational, not overflowing emotion like tanka). It is often bawdy, devoid of the subtle beauty known in haiku. Animals can also be represented through interaction using human personifications.
Originating during Japan's Edo period, senryu reflected both the societal and political turmoil of the time perio
  EternalThis is how you loved me. . .
seeing you in profile,  
a crescent moon  
with hills and valleys  
of your landscape,  
eternal night, and the sight,
tableau of eruptions  
that covered me,  
the whisperings of silence  
from silhouetted ice trails. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
never seeing the dark side,  
and plunder from the Oort cloud;
its tapestry  
changed beyond mem'ry,
this is the way you left me. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
seeing you in profile,  
a crescent moon  
with hills and valleys  
of your landscape,
this is how you loved me.  
  Will I also return
I was young as spring,  
and held to an autumn's wind  
like pomegranates    
hung from the highest branches    
before black crows hollowed them    
autumn flurries came  
with the scent of fallen fruit,  
piles of dying leaves,
dark brothers crushed underfoot    
to be shelter for next spring


As part of the reconstruction regarding this article, we are now ALSO including a selection of quality writing chosen each month by the Admin for feature here.

prowling phantasmi am
and incomplete.
just like
my words - run on,
becomes lost amongst
the oppressive clouds.
my expression
detonated into denotation,
caving in to the nocturnal hues.
those teleologists
bleeds my life
from their
monotonous eyes.
clinging to their
climatic revelation;
unwilling to pause
their leaden gaze
upon these
mottled shades;
afraid to sing to Truth
of our lone tune - why!
just like
ideas are stillborn
and mothers torpid;
the blame thrown
around, then
perpetually bestowed
on this
prowling phantasm.
i am close,
nearer i go.
i am close
and still
why i am incomplete.

Chosen by angeljunkie
"The word play in this is exquisite; the message only too easy to relate to."

conquestthrow back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago,
when my bridges were too young
to be fireproof
and I didn't yet know the words
for surrender.
you were my Columbus,
my twisted Magellan,
hands hardened and hungry
for any part of me
that could bear your name.
you sought me and wrought me
dead in the water,
every bloody fingerprint a flag
that marked each brand-new territory
upon my skin -
spread-eagled, supine,
I was greener than grass
and you sent your victory marches
all over me,
steamrolling my rugged edges
and calling me all the kind words for
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
people aren't supposed to fall
like leaves;
you aren't supposed to pile them up
and burn them.
throw back this Thursday
to a lifetime ago -
before ache upon ache
was tattooed on these bones;
before my voice knew how to beg
for mercy.
and even now,
I say grace when I am called
to remember you.
and even now,
I am naive enough
to still be so grateful.

Chosen by: angeljunkie
"The extended metaphor of this piece is a journey you won't soon forget."

The Execution of Judy MonroeIn glamour, in glitter-infested Hollywood
the movie star Judy Monroe’s almond eyes; coaled melodramatic,
tilt towards the camera.
She weeps.
The executioner motions forward; 
a tall man, no guardian angel.
She watches his movement; spiteful, hated as he proudly glides
to prep for the grand finale.
She prays.
A prayer to God with no love, each lens focused on her.
Black and white replaced by orange overalls.
She was found,
She was judged,
And Judy Monroe will be judged
Until opulence is extinguished and her dimpled cheeks sallow
and her pretty head drops.
She dies.
When the tall man grazes her last touch,
leather grasps her wrists tight.
the poison plunges and she falls before them all:
behold her final bow.
intense silence, 
release and exhale. 

Chosen by: betwixtthepages
"The show must go on.  This piece will leave you hurting."

she is an asteroid,
collisions coiling
through belted dresses
that skim past stomach
and smoothe her flaws
and soothe her faults.
an axis awakening;
bend like this, flex like that,
aspiration reminding her
with angry rotations
that she is still present
in her heavy astrosphere.
she is seeking absolution,
absolut and freefallen
she flirts with the night-
club lights like aurora floating
just out of reach
under an ashen sky
atlas stained with atlantic salt,
there is no hall unmarked
and these nights segue
into self-imposed
she strips her face acoustic
no make-up, no need to wake up
an hour early for this adagio
addiction to adding,
always adding more to her skin
to hide the parts that
gasp and poison her vision
like asp assassins.
be quick or be dead,
she moves so slow.
she measures minutes
by an aftershock timeline;
stunned autumnal by bricks
crushed to powder,
always underfoot
she's stuck between the faults
as they line straight through her world;
iv pie

Chosen by: betwixtthepages
"Word play and space--always a good mix. The flow of this piece is like free-falling."

The Exception, Not The RuleJust let you go.  Cornucopia, meadowlark.  
just let me die.
I'd like to explain,
to eradicate,
and we are excess,
my dear Greyson;
the inception
of waste.
He stutters through
straight tequila
and ego.  
Blurred butterscotch eyes,
scalding alcohol,
delicious pride.
And to ignore the capacity,
sheer magnetism;
the pull of
incapacitated integrity.
I love(d) you.

Chosen by: angeljunkie
"Word choice and diction make this a delicious--and haunting--read."

A Quick One Written After LehmanToday came the solitary time in my life
when I thought: I have never had a single
original thought in my life
including this one & therefore I shall

continue crafting poems around useful
and useless metaphor How even the keel
of cat, rice, rain and how human me
is like cat me and how rice and rain
are symbols of celebration at the joining
of our bodies Why must we pronouns
think in complements like orange
and lime green What of subtle beauty
signified in powdered snow
atop dying trees Of wolf pups
being born in some meadow
and crying huddled around the carcass
of their wolf mom dead from complication
There is surely poetry
in suffering which is why history's
great poets suffered Which is why
we seem the same Which is why we keep
writing unoriginal and connected A bridge
of same tales told in different ways

Chosen by: angeljunkie
"The flow-of-consciousness of this piece still maintains an ethereal, almost painful emotional pull."

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 Until next time...

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TheFwank Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2016  Professional Writer
Hey there, I'm a longtime writer who made the jump into professional editing- what would the etiquette be for offering my services to the group?
BlizzardBlitzer Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2016   Writer
I was wondering if this Group still happened to be active.  If the situation is the same as stated in a response below, I must say it is a shame.  I really liked the principles here.

Anyway, if you still are the only active admin, I do sympathize.  Until recently, I was the only active admin in a writing Group, which has been waning for some time.  My lack of privileges and voting support made it impossible to run things, and I'd feel guilty knowing that all I could do for the members was to reply to their comments.

I do hope things have recovered, though.
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Is this group still active? I notice some of the more recent deviations were written back in May, and some work that I tried to submit has expired. :(
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