summer has shifted into cool autumn, turning chilly and stormy in the blink of an eye, just minutes from steady sunshine. easter arrives with dull grey clouds and sheeting rain battering the roof. looks like a good day to stay indoors with books and coffee. thin foil wrappings are unravelled by deft fingers… Continue reading season + easter + unravel
draw us alike, paint an irrevocable stain; lay out identity and story in bullet points. number them, the better to memorize - i guess this is me then. (are you sure you're you?)
imagine that we are the same, so identically drawn from the same fabric. pull a mask on, overwrite yourself; i'll refrain, for now. who do you see now? how do you differentiate?
remove the clouds from the sky. turn them into gold then bring them back to me. (if it's what you want) you're too whimsical sometimes. so i climb, change my mind a dozen times. attempt to collect the clouds - they slip, sandlike through my fingers. suppose they fell to earth: would they shatter -… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 26 (stolen clouds)
borrowed confidence: this is what you can do. this is what you were meant to do. (this loan has no expiry date.) take the loan and run with it. run, as far and fast as you can. (don't stop to risk a double-think; don't pause long enough to disappoint your creditor) blind faith is laid… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 24 (borrowed/disappointment)
eyes, drawn into being: predicting, liberating, wise - all-knowing. they're a secret you want to decipher. they're a million stories going untold. lips, sketched from imagination. coax a story that they're reluctant to tell. (watch for the lipstick days. these are the ones when the story means nothing.) dare this prophetess to give you a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 22 (portents)
test the gate: locked. more than a simple lock-and-key, you have to answer three puzzles. one: you must create a myth. write it into earth on a fog-covered night. make it a story none has ever heard. two: replace your world with a week of inversions. begin this when the sky is at its reddest,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 21 (locked)