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liliales
cincinnati
esoterica/blather
Interests: movies, books, cooking, cocktails, history, gardening, quilting, 1965 pop culture, vintage advertising, poetry, william holden, frank sinatra, buffy the vampire slayer, the x-files, star trek: the next generation
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Oppressive heat drifted on oceanic waves so thick you could see it sparkling languor filtered by sultry sunlight He applied and wore it like a finely woven suit or a glamour he’d cast luring me closer, drawing me in The steam from his pores clouded my vision blindly I followed... Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2019 at elements in harmony
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Here are some screenshots of maps for the area I've set my main fictional town. I also have one in Michigan and one in Kentucky, but I'm getting back to those in a few months. These are really rough—I just wanted to lay it out as it appears in my... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2019 at snippets from seaview
I'm writing books now. Books are cool. Anyway, kill your darlings refers to the absolute understanding that sometimes you must be ruthless in excising text from your manuscript. Well, whoever said that didn't have a computer, a cloud, or the internet.* I can have my cake and eat it, too.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 26, 2019 at snippets from seaview
stuff I think about stuff I make stuff I try to write fun writing leftover stuff stuff and nonsense Continue reading
Posted Feb 2, 2019 at life, the universe, and everything
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This can go somewhere, once I piece it all together and apply some glue. It might seem odd to post something so obviously unfinished, but somehow that felt like...part of what it is. I mean to work on it, though. Not of pristine ivory, coldly sensual, massaged into being with... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2018 at elements in harmony
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Something to work on, perhaps... Somber leaden sky compresses my budding spring enthusiasm into a flat shapeless unrecognizable thing. That Ohio Valley sunshine— brief reprieve, or respite, always tantalizes with the promise of more, then follows through as poorly as an eager fickle lover I am ever credulous and ever... Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2018 at elements in harmony
mood indigo, 1997 muted music floating up from the room below dancing, swaying, tipsy together across this creaky floor, and you, whispering tasty lies, nibbling my ear, tellling me all those things every wide-eyed girl in her best blue dress yearns to hear. Should I be astonished, or pleased, or... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
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Writing a decent or at least readable poem is, for me, both done in an instant, and rarely ever finished. I like sharing my thought process, and I hope someone out in the ether enjoys seeing early formations and later iterations created slowly outside of any useful timeframe. Epochs undefined.... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
Just to get on the board, a bit of nonsense, wish I felt like doing it right. willful attack of malaise whose will? not my own drifted far from reality reins slipped from my hands no bargain made no measure taken no treasure left behind— and just as pointless if... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
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Now is now, In luxury, taking deep breaths Learning to breathe deeply all over again at least for today today is today tomorrow’s wheezing just a concept like tomorrow’s lunch and dinner yesterday’s forgotten nature it’s all one and the same— Wu wei, sprezzatura, chickadees, chicken breasts a tree with... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
Today I learned of the death two years ago of someone I once knew, barely and briefly. I can see her face, almost, skimming over the surface of a previous decade I remember her glasses and her long hair and looking down at her as she spoke with quiet nervous... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
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Autumn arrived this morning on a crisp steady wind. Birds crowd the feeders with messy greedy fervor, leaves drift from trees to form a light blanket over the tangled grass, sorely in need of a final trim before winter rest. This afternoon’s rain will bite rather than soothe. Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
Something I started in 2014, decided to experiment with it for awhile. It might be a poem, eventually. Got to detangle and simplify, and so forth. Inhaling, eyes squeezed shut, time imperceptibly halts a bicycle with muddy tires appears, and you, panting with effort, having just avoided careering off the... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
Cloak loosely knit, leaves safeguard Summer's solace sharply angled sun's warmth rendered frail Laid to bare, her Eden stripped and cheerless Harsh mirror reflects cracks beneath the veil Stiff from chilled air hands craft ersatz beauty awkward schemes to echo artless youth In wintertime her grace is draped in duty... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
@2000 words Mary came into the studio half covered in paint. Violet was there that afternoon, and she made cocoa for herself and Mary. They sat and talked awhile, as Jack was downstairs in the theatre, consulting with someone about lights. Mary said, “I sometimes forget to change my clothes... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
1051 words “It’s been awhile since I thought all this through, I mean, nearly ten years, but I remember that whole weekend very well. As it turned out, it was the last time Kaitlyn and I spent any real time together. It was clear we were taking different paths. We... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
Read the 488 word prologue first, in the post before this one. And I forgot to mention; I wrote it in 2013, but set it ten years ahead. At the time, I had a reason for that which is now a bit fuzzy in my mind. 1415 words “I grew... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
488 words "How much of this experience do you remember?" "Oh, all of it! I couldn't forget it if I tried. I did try, a little. But even though a lot of the party seems murky to me, what I did afterwards is too crystal clear." "And this makes you... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
This is a work-in-progress... Cloak loosely knit, leaves protect Summer's solace sharply angled sun's warmth rendered frail Laid to bare, her Eden stripped and cheerless Harsh mirror reflects cracks beneath the veil Stiff from chilled air hands craft ersatz beauty awkward schemes to echo artless youth In wintertime her grace... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
Summer rests slipping beneath the surface hibernating ideals within Earth's musty cloak Autumn rises swelling in muted richness coaxing reality into suspended form Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
All too briefly, the air was still, warm, a blanket of calm Unlike Damocles, not given to flattery yet a single hair bears the dagger twisting overhead revealing not the perils of power, but of Limbo or the vain grasp for illusory freedom Now the air is charged, cooling, crawling... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
What graceless art in silent darkness she performs with mindful hands her heart defiant Eyes shut tight in conjured memory Of youthful radiation self-reliant Through days and nights that mingle unaware A supernova's luminescence fades Its core collapse too much for her to bear With binding energy her heart cascades... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
"So anyway, the idea is that what you see in your head can never be fully translated to the canvas." "Obviously." "Yes, and therefore, it can't even be called subjective truth, because it isn't actually truth at all, right? "No, because what you're saying is that the only truth that... Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
it's all a farce. a test for the gullible to fail then take again in the artless belief there is more than one outcome behind a glass, the testmaker watches shaking his head at the foregone result her eagerness is her downfall over and over again. Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony
my hands seem youthful when placed in yours tired and worn, they come to life you call that perspective living memory moths in the forest waking in silence after a hard night's day finding their way in the dark Continue reading
Posted Jul 27, 2017 at elements in harmony