January 2011
Big Bang Theory and Family
So, while it may not be much compared to the various parties some of my friends attended for New Years Eve, I spent my last day of 2010 watching “Big Bang Theory” with Mum and Dad and drinking an honest to goodness Champagne Ale made by Sam Adams called “Infinium” (found here) :
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“CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #186
ZEN NOIR
The hardest journey is the one which...”
– http://www.chucklorre.com/index-bbt.php?p=186
“CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #212
I believe that the voices of fear, both from...”
– http://www.chucklorre.com/index-bbt.php?p=212
December 2010
Happy New Year!!!
Hi Everyone!
Just wanted to thank all of you, oh followers, for sticking with me through this year and for all of your encouragement with my writing! Writing is a wonderful paradox because I love to do it and want to share it and yet sometimes it is so personal you fear how it will be received. I am incredibly thankful for all of the wonderful feedback I have been getting from everyone, even if...
10 Things Writers Know →
This list is pretty true!
the-write-idea:
10. Writing is easy. Writing well takes work.
9. It takes longer than a week to write 80,000 words.
8. Fiction means made-up. I’m not my sleuth, nor are you one of my characters.
7. Just because I’m staring into space doesn’t mean that I’m not working.
6. Characters take on lives of their own.
5. You never really get a day off.
4. Just because a...
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Back Seat Riding
So I carpooled with my parents up to my big sister’s house in Wisconsin. I was sitting in the back seat of their car thinking about all of the Christmases me and my sisters spent riding back there going to our aunts house. So, here is the poem I wrote while riding in the backseat wondering when I get to grow up. :-)
How long has it been
since I’ve seen the highway
from a backseat...
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“Happy Lille Julaften!!!!”
– From ME! :-)
On Applying to MFA Programs
Here is my heart
and here is my soul.
Here are my dreams
for the future.
Please,
don’t crush them
too much.
Revisions!
So I am trying to apply to a few MFA programs, for poetry this time not fiction. So now I am gathering up all of the poems I have written and trying to actually take them seriously and revise them. What you read on this site, nothing but first drafts. I tend to write and post, sometimes even writing the poem AS a post, making it up as I go, so you are reading insanely rough drafts. Now I need...
luademel:
In love with this song, Glee and...
“There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the...”
– Dracula, Bram Stoker (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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What is a Lion Without Her Pride
Pride
What does a pride become
when there is only one?
An unstoppered spirit spilling
lost across the dusty ground
to be absorbed into oblivion.
What I am depends upon a definition,
the presences to two, you with me.
I brush through the golden grass
beneath the spotlight of the sun;
home cannot be known alone.
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Cold Winter Nights
This is when I miss you the most
When the heater is never enough
to warm me,
and the wind attacks the house
with the last stubborn dead leaves.
I huddle in blankets
but one isn’t enough.
One is never enough.
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The Kiss
What do we do, Now that the plates beneath Our feet have shifted. Tied to you by strings Of unspoken attraction long enough for true emotion to take root in my bones. What can remain standing as the scales of the earth slide aside; even mountains topple into heaps. Our foundation of friendship quakes underneath as I reach for your hand; As you hesitate.
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Platonic
Platonic - Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn’t you be my friend? Couldn’t we sit in the twilight, Couldn’t we walk on the shore With only a pleasant friendship To bind us, and nothing more?
There was not a word of folly Spoken between us two, Though we lingered oft in the garden Till the...
“Few and Simple
Whenever you are thought, the mind
Amazes me with all the kind...”
– W. H. Auden
“To You Simply
For what as easy
For what though small,
For what is well...”
– W. H. Auden
