The second story is fairly similar to the way I behave on any plumbing aisle. All those pipes and fittings, with names so dirty, and me whispering / chanting them to myself until overcome with bawdy hysterics.
In all honesty, this was a fun page to make. It feels a little private/intimate, but not so much as to be excluded from a public blog. They are just boat-building supplies, after all. Continue reading “Story of Sex 2 / boatbuilding supplies”
Which once was Essex, but oh, sex is so much better. Ever since I saw this beautiful headline I have been waiting to use it, saving it up, plotting and planning. And yes, it was just as fun and satisfying as I thought it would be.
But I could not limit myself to just one — it is “storys” after all (Story in this case is a surname, hence the odd pluralization).
This past week I’ve been doing a lot of work on my poetry thesis: organizing it into three possible orders and working out themes and sections and all that. Each time I’d figure out one potential way into the manuscript, I’d take a break to finish a collage / poem.
Diversions like experimental writing can be quite useful for the writer–especially the writer who is entrenched in a project. I’d go as far as to say this is the most lovely stage of editing: the diversions. Continue reading “A Riverkeeper”
Today an image heavy post, with a sparse poem to accompany. In this case, I worked on the poem first, and then finished the image. Sometimes, certain words just pop out. In my case, it was “take care.”
Also, never underestimate the incredible power of white paint piled against yellowed pages. Continue reading “The Interrogation of the Ways”
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