I’m a barely-cohesive mess at times, but here we go… It’s almost April & Camp NaNoWriMo/National Poetry Writing Month are upon us.
As long as I don’t have another digestive episode* or get the damn virus, I will be writing and weeping along with you all.
I’m going to follow along with NaPoWriMo, continue editing “Created,” & continue working on my non-linear hell trio bit & record my cumulative word count.
I’ve set up my profile on NaNoWriMo & writing buddies are welcomed.
I’m hoping to hit 20k overall. I decided to keep my goal lower than a typical camp run because a) I’m also working on a few art & music projects that I can’t track and b) it’s the middle of a fucking pandemic.
Continue reading National hole up in your office & write while weeping month
The quartered doughnuts have been gobbled and the ceiling full of stars has abducted a party member, but the game continues.
This is the second first session run down post. To read from the beginning check out, Portlantic City: Session one rundown, part 1.
Continue reading Portlantic City: Session one rundown, part 2
When I wrote “Love Song for the New Order” I was aware of its spice.
The poem came as the result of a conversation I had with friends about a news story involving a neo-Nazi being punched in the face on the street.
My initial response was LOL because I was unsupervised on the internet for most of my formative years and I’m hardly housebroken. But as we talked they brought up some good points.
I think I ended that part of the conversation by blushing and saying, of course you’re right. And they were.
But then I did as I do, I thought about it. A lot.
Continue reading Throwback: Revisiting a prose poem I wrote in 2017