February 2011
My immune system fails me.
More revision today. I think I know what I’m going to do for my creative nonfiction assignment due in two weeks. If you’re curious, look up Abigail Thomas’ Safekeeping: Some True Stories from a Life. Something like that… except mine won’t be about having children and multiple husbands. This is the fourth time I’ve become sick this school year. I hate my immune...
January 2011
Catch-up
I won’t lie. I didn’t write a single thing yesterday. I was busy! Yesterday was full of Magic, Mr. Chopstix, taquito-making and movie-watching. It was wonderful. :) But no time for writing. Today, I was moved to for various reasons. Two poems today!
Two-Minute Phone Calls
I hear the words
you fear to say
in downturned syllables.
Pain in your breathy pauses.
“I miss...
Day 2
I’m starting this venture out very badly.
There’s no writing post for today. I did write though (as seen in photo)! I’ve been working on something very special, but it’s not for tumblr. :P
I’m busying myself with the revision of a couple of poems, and I’m thinking about reviving an unfinished short story. So perhaps progress on Part II of Milly and...
Dancing Kitty! :D →
Reaction
I am trying to resist the rot
of cynicism,
trust days warm in the womb
of child-hope,
but such fleeting light is robbed
by hands too harsh
and voice too cruel or absent.
Why now realize our value,
our worth, our treasures
lying beneath the meniscus
of fearful silence?
Why now when we have learned
to live with a shadow,
learned to fill the voids
with prattle and song?
This is...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jFXQL7sAxk →
Zemfira!
I’ve listened to this song way too many times.
“Forgive me for my weakness and for my odd and reckless love.”
She pulls at my heart strings. Good stuff. :)
Post of Intent
First and foremost, I am a lover of words.
I love their sound, their shapes, the invisible web that links them to create meaning.
I treasure books like gems and guard notebooks like children.
I was a person dedicated to words and the process of stringing words; writing was my life and joy. Every moment held significance. Every detail was grand and wonderful.
Somewhere along the way, I...