Does it ever happen to you, that you find your head so full of writing ideas during the day, that you barely get anything done at work because you keep getting distracted and jotting down notes about it? And then you get home and sit down to write. And it's like this: Fucking crickets! Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh....
What is it that drives a moth to the flame?Is it the beauty? Or is it the pain?Is it seduced by the warm embrace of the fire--Propelled to touch by some burning desire? Or does the danger play a part?Does the bliss of agony entice its heart?To kiss the fire but escape the flameand dance … Continue reading Wondering Wednesday Presents: What Drives a Moth to the Flame?
A Riddle? A Code? A Puzzle? Zombies. Pride. Brunch. Community Pool. Groovy. Delicious. Juno. Beautiful. Poetry. .... .... THERE. ARE. NO. ANSWERS. .... .... Just kidding. It's the suggestion tags from WordPress Reader. Happy Tuesday!
I love buying used books. Books that are beaten up with crinkled pages and bent covers. Books that have very clearly seen some shit. But I especially like books with notes or writing in them. I was thumbing through a used romance book at the bookstore today that had a folded-up paper tucked inside of … Continue reading The Unique Appeal of Used Books
English translation is below the French version my anglophone friends, but this is your content warning because this poem is pretty explicit. Must be something about being the language of love but every time I try to write in French I get... well porn-y. Any-hoot if that's not your thing skedaddle now and come back … Continue reading Pardon my French, but this Poem is Just Too Sexy for English
For those of you who aren’t familiar, Rhiannon Giddens is a singing angel who floated down from heaven plucking a celestial banjo. Ok, well actually she’s a real live person who can get hilariously salty in interviews. In addition to being one of the best banjo players on the planet, she is a virtuoso in … Continue reading Rhiannon Giddens is Writing a Frickin’ Opera!!!
I wonder about the color of your eyes— How it shifted and sparkled like the surface of the lake under the kiss of the sun— As bright and beautiful and uncatchable as the light itself, A mirage I cannot capture in the eye of my memory Blinded as it is by the shifting sands of … Continue reading Wistful Wednesday Presents: The Color of Your Eyes