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...

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.

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.

i am inspired.

Today we met some neighbors having a yard sale; they are moving to Pennsylvania to teach, and they were selling their treasures to fund their journey. We made some key purchases, and kept walking. Three of my roommates and I rode our bikes to the park soon after to have a picnic.. not only was it the most beautiful and warm day, but one of Sloane's yard sale purchases included a book of poetry for us to read to each other. ! Mr. Lawrence has been the inspiration for the afternoon of joy that ensued. I want to share it with you.

GREEN

The dawn was apple-green,

The sky was green wine held up in the sun,

The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green

They shone, clear like flowers undone

For the first time, now for the first time seen.

-D. H. Lawrence

ever so

Cocoon is spun
that wings may grow
he dormant lies
'til time to go
though it seems a fearsome trap
as thrashing, pushes to break out.
Don't help him, or you'll handicap
his strength for flying here and fro
delicately, ever so.

Winter comes to call for spring
and 8,000 seasons ago
Seed of Heaven died that life
could come from frozen ground below.
Scraped knees and shattered hearts
subtle, tiny hands to mend
and open windows in dingy parts.
Wait patiently for Whom you know
comes delicately, ever so.





[art by olga ziemska]

they like the view.

it’s midnight

you scream of things much darker

collapse into the damp chill of our unmade lawn

drunk hands choke the floral pattern of your vintage dress

bedtime stories for the neighbors

it’s morning

you wear a halo of things much lighter

build in our garden the warmth of progress

muddy hands rest on the slights of your bare body

this view is why we still have neighbors

listening at night

Cheers, self.
You've done a great job of monologuing today.

I've listened to this before, and
I'm tired of hearing you say the the
same words while I sing along
and play your melodies in my head
on my way to sleep.

I can't stay awake and
I like it that way; I expect
dreaming of tomorrow will be better
than remembering yesterday and
I hear you chant your hallelujah in agreement.

dreamy haiku

pink paper necklace
intrigues me but $fifties hurt
here i go to run

I believe in you. Your magic is real.

white paper cut-out stars,
hang in the dark sky for us to take.
one wonders why it should ever be cloudy:
your magic is real, so why aren't you using it.
you can have the world for yourself.
you don't ever have to worry about losing it.
the magic inside of you is infinite.
it's bigger than what we know of ourselves.