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....
Month: August 2019
Wondering Wednesday Presents: What Drives a Moth to the Flame?
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?
What Does it Mean? WhAt dOEs ANy oF It MeAN???
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!
The Unique Appeal of Used Books
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
Pardon my French, but this Poem is Just Too Sexy for English
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
Rhiannon Giddens is Writing a Frickin’ Opera!!!
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!!!
Wistful Wednesday Presents: The Color of Your Eyes
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
When the Medium is the Message: Some Brief Thoughts on the Movie Adaptation of Toni Morrison’s Beloved
In light of Toni Morrison’s recent passing, I finally decided to pick up one of her novels (having been collecting them at garage and library book sales for years, putting them on the “to-read” shelf). I figured I would go ahead and start with the most critically acclaimed, her Nobel-prize-wining Beloved. It’s a brilliant and … Continue reading When the Medium is the Message: Some Brief Thoughts on the Movie Adaptation of Toni Morrison’s Beloved
Wicked Wednesday Presents:
The Guillotine's Tune C’mon, fly with me and let it all hang loose We’ll tap and sway on the tips of our shoes-- Just swinging to the rhythm of the hangman’s blues. Hand in hand, and we’ll skip down there-- And we’ll shimmy and shake with live-wire flare Just snapping to the beat of the … Continue reading Wicked Wednesday Presents:
In Which I Fail at Flash Fiction but Sort of Succeed at a Shakespearean Sonnet
Kurt Brindley is currently running a flash fiction contest in the comments section based on a picture of an abandoned car near where he lives. My entry was disqualified for being too long (because I didn't read the instructions carefully smh!). My second attempt also failed but I got a rough little sonnet out of … Continue reading In Which I Fail at Flash Fiction but Sort of Succeed at a Shakespearean Sonnet