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Word Experiment No. 2
So what are women if not rubix cubes?
3-dimensional figures all turned
and twisted, often in the wrong way,
by the hands and the circumstances
that hold us. I can see the XX pattern
on my chromosomal squares, but
those XY patriarchal fingerprints
are either erased or cleverly disguised.
Nevertheless, invisible hands are at work in my mind,
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Writer's Block: Out of this world
America 2.0. -
Word Experiment No. 1
Sweetheart, won't you let me dismantle ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Black Friday
I just bought a Ski Pass for my best friend so we can take on Colorado's mountains. I expect one of us to end the season with either a broken collar bone or professional contract with Burton. Knowing how our luck usually falls -- I'll have the broken collar bone, and he'll have the contract. -
Writer's Block: A sight for sore eyes
Once Ernest Hemingway was asked if he could tell a story in six words or less. He paused for a moment to reflect, and then penned this sentence: For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
I challenge you to find a more beautiful and concise sentence in all of English literature. -
Writer's Block: Tea for two
Sometimes, when I come down with a bit of the strange cases, I open my doctor's bag and feel better. I like to caress its sparkly contents and take roll: one innocuous grinder, one bubbler, one surgical scalpel, half-a-dozen lighters, one package of strawberry bubblegum, one smiley-faced yo-yo and a bit of the dank stuff. I close my magic bag with ( Read more... ) -
On Writing
Brande says to write first thing in the morning. She says to write before reading anything, before thinking about anything. To wake up and then immediately sit down to put those first thoughts down on page. That last sentence was an incomplete sentence. I'm suppose to ignore that too.
There are many stories I have in my mind to write. I just don't ( Read more... ) -
In the Kitchen around Midnight
I hate snakes. I spent one summer night sobbing in a blue Ford Explorer while a tiny, supposedly friendly, ball python chillaxed in his aquarium that rested between the driver's seat and my own. Sorry snake lovers, you can go fuck yourself.
On an unrelated note, Scrabble enthusiast can also go fuck themselves. Why? Well, the simple truth is: I can't ( Read more... )
