1.19.2011

For Example

19 February 2011

Mr. Cover Letter, Sr. Bane of My Existence
Company Hiring Managers
Everywhere, USA

Dear Mr. Letter,

Writing a cover letter is like:
  1. jumping through a fiery hoop of expectations.
  2. an awkward first phone date. (does anyone do that?)
  3. trying to impress your friend's perfect parents.
  4. taking that part of writing class in highschool all over again.
  5. putting really colorful pictures on the front of an ordinary pack of #2 pencils. either you want and will use the pencils or you don't and won't.

I will call you in the following week to schedule a time we can further discuss my disgust for you.

Sincerely,

Over It

P.S. Minimum wage college graduates everywhere can vouch for my sincerity.

1.12.2011

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12.01.2010

beginning and end

A little while ago I scribbled a couple of lines on a page in my living room, and the next day someone else had written a final line to it. It's silly and short:



Rain drops from the sky
while you drop your rhymes
like a white guy.

The End.


10.15.2010

Testament (continued again)

The astronaut wants to be home, shaking restlessness from his back.
The home wants to be the fire with its thick-walled warmth.
The fire wants to be the fresh air sitting heavy in your lungs.
The air wants to be the strong tower of tangible stone.
The tower wants to be the rain suspended over ground.
The rain wants to be still.
The stillness wants to be your voice raised in singing.
The voice wants to be the canvas holding bright colours.

by: Anna Shogren

10.12.2010

Testament
The cat wants to be a strong thing - a hand, a tree.
The girl wants to be a pirate, in a tree.
The tree wants to be the pond with its face of shining.
The pond wants to be the sun who dumps its sugar on the grass.
The grass wants to be the foot, its sole, its heel.
The foot wants to be the brain who always gets to choose.
The brain wants to be the feet dumb in their shoes.
The shoe wants to be the buckle that the girl shines with a cloth.
The buckle wants to be the magpie lifting what shines.
The magpie wants to be the egg in the nest touching its brother.
The egg wants to be the feather.
The feather wants to be the mite, devouring its plume.

by: Conne Voisine


Continuing Thoughts on Testament
The mite wants to be the wind, warm in a bird's wing,
the wind wants to be a redhead, flashing her bright smile,
the redhead wants to be a rose, picked just before Valentine's Day,
the rose wants to be the earth and hold trees in her hands,
the earth wants to be the sun, to see far far away,
the sun wants to be the moon, who looks different every night,
the moon wants to be an astronaut who does something for the very first time.

by: jen addis



Anyone else want to respond (in any sort of way) to the Testament poem?

10.10.2010

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
-George Eliot

9.08.2010

what do you think?

How do you feel about this look? I am not sold on it, but we needed some re-styling so I'm working on it. Any ideas? Any opinions? Does anyone have anything to post?

keep those words coming...

5.23.2010

ideas, ideas, and ideas

I know this is a writing blog, but something inspired me to write so I'm sharing her art with you: (yes, it is slightly girly, but I'm a girl.)

www.lisaonstad.blogspot.com

You can see her artwork at Posies Cafe up in NoPo on Kenton Street while sitting in a lovely wingback chair, maybe even the yellow one.

Also, here are two little writing exercises I did the other day:

#1 Word Association - write the first thing that comes to mind when you see these words.
1. Red little ________
2. Comfort equals ________
3. This pattern makes me feel crazy _________
4. This pattern makes me feel happy ________
5. I could spend the whole day at __________
6. This type of art intimidates me __________
7. I wish I could have coffee with __________
8. The perfect color combination is _________
9. The elements to perfect inspiration are _________
10. If I could live in another decade it would be _________
11. This musical artist inspires me _________
12. I want to wear more ___________
13. I think my curtains are __________
14. The last thing that really caught my eye was __________
15. When I visit the museum _____________
16. I wish I knew more about ___________
17. The best smell in the world is ___________


#2 Write 20 things you like to do. Then write the last time you did them (approximately).

Thank you to Olivia Moore for sharing these on her creativity blog.

4.28.2010

When I Knew Him

He died.
Car accident, eulogy, funeral, crying, etc.
The usual.

He changed.
Red tie, red car, red dress for a birthday
Where he hit on me once.

But that was when I knew him.
I like to pretend he was the same
as before.

They assumed "no intoxicants were involved"
Two days before life began.

Now just a red bracelet,
Dedicated to someone I never knew.

april


under damp dark earth
a small life inhales and dreams
of deep roots and light.