My short story won first prize in a competition.
$1500
a reading
and publication
I can deal.
$1500
a reading
and publication
I can deal.
Is this the best way to say why I left my last job?
Following family issues the company was unable to grant me any of my accrued vacation time for 5 months due to the increased workload of relocation and Halloween, forcing me to resign.
Or should I just say School or Dissatisfied with Job?
Following family issues the company was unable to grant me any of my accrued vacation time for 5 months due to the increased workload of relocation and Halloween, forcing me to resign.
Or should I just say School or Dissatisfied with Job?
Clearly, I've been writing poetry, this one is quite different than normal:
The way the cracked glass fell sideways on her head
Made him think about gunshots shooting violence, at harmless coke bottles
And then he thought of green grass, cut short
By the overbearing gnashing of engines and metal blades
Of the sweet, clean smell
And the way the season stained his shoes green.
She rubbed her head while she gathered petals of glass
But one clear flower got lost in the bouquet,
skidding over her fingers, it broke into a mosaic of lost ideas
A single red drop fell
Her hand in her mouth, muttering, still rubbing the lump that was growing, she moved to the kitchen
She let her hand slide into the slick cold water and hang
Going numb
She looked at him and said, “it’s not my day”
But he still remembered when it was:
The dress, ivory, because her mother insisted,
The calculated stress that overtook them both,
Her skin, delicate menagerie, as he held her hands within his; and the smile
That had so long evaded this house.
Scratching glass against the hardwood accosted his reverie.
She was sweeping up his promises, cleaning up the mess he left.
For he stood that glass upon the shelf where her mother’s heirlooms lived.
And it was because of him it faltered.
The way the cracked glass fell sideways on her head
Made him think about gunshots shooting violence, at harmless coke bottles
And then he thought of green grass, cut short
By the overbearing gnashing of engines and metal blades
Of the sweet, clean smell
And the way the season stained his shoes green.
She rubbed her head while she gathered petals of glass
But one clear flower got lost in the bouquet,
skidding over her fingers, it broke into a mosaic of lost ideas
A single red drop fell
Her hand in her mouth, muttering, still rubbing the lump that was growing, she moved to the kitchen
She let her hand slide into the slick cold water and hang
Going numb
She looked at him and said, “it’s not my day”
But he still remembered when it was:
The dress, ivory, because her mother insisted,
The calculated stress that overtook them both,
Her skin, delicate menagerie, as he held her hands within his; and the smile
That had so long evaded this house.
Scratching glass against the hardwood accosted his reverie.
She was sweeping up his promises, cleaning up the mess he left.
For he stood that glass upon the shelf where her mother’s heirlooms lived.
And it was because of him it faltered.
Meant to tell you earlier
Part of me just laughed
at the severity of your alarm
and your overbearing apologetics.
And in the moment I could not fathom
what dark meaning your worry invoked.
But as I walked the realization cemented
and I crumbled.
Part of me just laughed
at the severity of your alarm
and your overbearing apologetics.
And in the moment I could not fathom
what dark meaning your worry invoked.
But as I walked the realization cemented
and I crumbled.
I don't even know how to convey how amazing that was: I was just walking home and stretching my arms in front of me. A spotted falcon swooped down and landed on my arm, sat there a moment then took off. It was incredible.
Just spent the last two hours trying to get The Sims on my laptop... I think I need to give up on nostalgia for the night.
In other news, I got TONS of work done on my novel today. Still just in the planning stages, but I basically have it entirely planned out at this point. Tomorrow I start on the the actual writing process. I already have a few chunks started and there are some scenes I'm REALLY excited to write. SO HAPPY it's coming together.
I still haven't finished my paper for the conference in February yet though. I need to get on that! TWO WEEKS!
And... No idea why, but I've been obsessed with my collar bones and hip bones lately.
In other news, I got TONS of work done on my novel today. Still just in the planning stages, but I basically have it entirely planned out at this point. Tomorrow I start on the the actual writing process. I already have a few chunks started and there are some scenes I'm REALLY excited to write. SO HAPPY it's coming together.
I still haven't finished my paper for the conference in February yet though. I need to get on that! TWO WEEKS!
And... No idea why, but I've been obsessed with my collar bones and hip bones lately.
and clearly in a sharing mood. That that anyone minds.
Maybe one day I'll get a little more exhibitionist for you.
I've been noticing a lot of cute girls around the city lately...
Just need to figure out how to get them to notice me
....or how to approach them
Just need to figure out how to get them to notice me
....or how to approach them
So, out of character...
Took this after my workout and felt like being generous and sharing.
School's back in and I'm feeling great. Maybe this is why.
Hope everyone in SG-Land is having a good Monday!
She's rolling on the floor, wrapped in a fur blanket, a bottle of Popov Vodka in her hand and shouts, "POPOOOV!! My only friend."
And today, you think of her in this way.
We had some fabulous times. Until the last year I was always very happy with you. Then long nights with someone else became more important to you. Drinking became everything, not just something to do on days off. If I could harness the beauty that was our relationship before the fall I would. And I would live it over and over and over again. With you I was in love. With you I felt happy and complete.
But we were destined to fail.
I was lucky to have found you, because bringing you into my life has made me a much stronger person. Your effect will be everlasting like our love.
But not our relationship.
And today, you think of her in this way.
We had some fabulous times. Until the last year I was always very happy with you. Then long nights with someone else became more important to you. Drinking became everything, not just something to do on days off. If I could harness the beauty that was our relationship before the fall I would. And I would live it over and over and over again. With you I was in love. With you I felt happy and complete.
But we were destined to fail.
I was lucky to have found you, because bringing you into my life has made me a much stronger person. Your effect will be everlasting like our love.
But not our relationship.
