Lately I have been obsessed with zines. Zines, if you don't know, are small hand-made magazines. Often political, they can also be informational, autobiographical, literary, or filled with visual art. I want to make several zines if I can figure out how to get them out there where people can read. Zine subject ideas include: … Continue reading Zines I Want to Write
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Home Vs Career
I just want to gush for a minute about how happy I am at home. I am so glad I don't have to go to work. Thank God my husband is a good provider, and I can stay in my home where I feel most comfortable and enjoy being. I get to be with my … Continue reading Home Vs Career
Christmas Break
I have loved having my daughter home from school most of this week, and I'm loving my husband's four day weekend right now. I have done almost all my Christmas shopping I don't think I have mentioned this before, but I recently started a trad wife tumblr. I don't write about my daily life there … Continue reading Christmas Break
New Visual/Poetic Project
I am beginning a new project that is part surreal poetry, part visual art. I am using typography as a visual art form. The very shape and color of letters and words on a page can be visual art, irrespective of meaning. I want to create a book of visual and verbal poetry/art. I want … Continue reading New Visual/Poetic Project
Hospital
I've been in the hospital since Tuesday night with stomach problems. Hopefully, I get to go home today. I desperately want to go home. I want to clean and scrapbook and do the school run and go to Bible study and everything else. My life is calling me to come back to it. Here is … Continue reading Hospital
Brainstorming, Journals, Ocean
I recently started using a journal with bright, colorful paper to brainstorm poem and chapbook ideas before I begin to write. So far it's going well. I've come up with 8 or 9 ideas. At some point I'll probably explore all of them. Journals make me so happy. This journal has a candy box for … Continue reading Brainstorming, Journals, Ocean
Ode to Joy
Last night, while passing out candy to the roughly 560 kids who came to the door, I began to read a book of poetry by Anne Carson. Suddenly, for the first time in months, poetry came to me! I'm afraid to get my hopes up, but I think poetry is back. I'm so excited! I … Continue reading Ode to Joy
Language Holes
Over the white spaces in my sentences It snows star dust. I lick the frosting off the spoon in the kitchen. My language has well designed holes, As though my words were lace. Try as we might, We all carry Monday morning inside us. What I’d like to do is take my needle That my … Continue reading Language Holes
Ever Closer to the Secret
In a hall of mirrors I do not reflect. Radar cannot smell me Though I move ever closer to the secret. My face is tempered glass And my feet are temperamental. What does the red bird, Beak open with no song, Signify? Climb among my immortal diamonds And find out.
What Comes Next…
White catastrophe of spilled milk. I let the lizards have the garden. Some frightening ambrosia will be drunk by two people too mummified in receipts to be in love. What comes next but neckties and nectarines? I cry awhile and the spider tells me my face is much cleaner.
Cherished Rainbow 