Sal Godoij
Soulpunctures
According to Sal Godoij, a "soulpuncture" is every literary work that aims to stimulate the soul's energy.
Therefore, all poems, stories, comments, and ideas on this page are "soulpunctures."
It is the objective of this site (and of all Sal Godoij's writing for this matter) that every word said, sung, heard, written, or read punctures the soul and thus stimulates the soul's healing capability.
Building a Character
Say that you, the writer, are writing about a character you have just created.
Say, it is a girl.
The girl must be alive. That's what we must achieve as writers. Give life to our characters. I mean, how real is a real person? It depends on what you want to achieve. What is the girl's role in your book? Still, you must work harder if you want your female character to be another Anna Karenina, Scout Finch, Scarlett Ohara, Daisy Buchanan, or Katniss Everdeen.
The Swallow
Pierced my heart
A dark glossy-blue dart
Sitting on my balcony
On a cold October day
I saw in her eyes her longing
For the South
On that cold October day
The swallow
She could have flown with her sisters
And so, I extended my arms
And encouraged her to fly
Ghostwriters Beware!
The man then asked me to meet him in person. His voice was soft, as if he were whispering, although he was articulate as if he had rehearsed what to say on the telephone. We lived in the same city, so I agreed to meet him in a Starbucks, as he suggested.
Write outside the Dictionary
I recommend you write outside the dictionary. When facing the frightful blank page, let your imagination release your words. Let them run free. It’s okay for your words to run free like wild horses in the open spaces of your blank page.
The Ten Commandments - As God explains them.
I'm here in front of you, my rebellious children
To talk to you about the Ten Commandments
To remind you to keep them in your commitments
I'm here in front of you, my rebellious children
To talk about your behaviour, your well-being
To walk in the same path you walk, the same alley
Warn you about your behaviour, your choosing
To do this, I climbed the steps down to this valley
A New Thing
In the end, we discover that, in life
Everything is new to us
Death, of course, is a new thing
Her eyes blinded me
Her eyes blinded my reason
And I forgot she was not mine
(No rules in love at first sight)
She and I, phony actors in an over-staged play
It’s me, seeking me
That man, that neighbour over there
It’s I seeking me
As if I were in front of a mirror
Only that there is no mirror