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Hey guys!!! Not my usual journal, and not my usual medium, but I have a hand-knitted TARDIS Shawl for sale on etsy. (Pattern by Kate Atherley, linked on the etsy page.) It’s made from Azul Malabrigo lace, which is basically a super soft super light-weight yarn. 100% Merino Wool. If you, or anyone you know, are a Whovian, I would appreciate it if you took a gander at it and perhaps even shared it with others. 

www.etsy.com/listing/218916293…

[[Pictured for your enjoyment: my mom's arms and my chin (and my freckle).]]

If you have any other geekery or knitted objects you would enjoy having, shoot me a note. I'm a nerd (who works part-time in her sister's knitting shop (and uses her sister's etsy shop)) and I make way too many things. If you'd like to see more designs, shoot me a note. I'm willing to come down on the price for this one (the TARDIS) if need be. And I would be happy to knit on commission, as long as you understand that college may inhibit the time-frame for completion.

All proceeds go towards my college tuition. :DDD I super appreciate you guys putting up with this post. 

Baaaaaaah. I didn't get my book completely finished, only about 25%, but I'm hoping I can continue to work on it during the beginning of this semester. Happy New Year to you all.

  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: The Mountain Goats
  • Reading: Wolf in White Van - John Darnielle
  • Watching: Downton Abbey
  • Playing: packing forever
  • Eating: moving forever
  • Drinking: back to college I go
My heart was a North American skyline,

and my throat was a turnpike on highway 62,

and my voice

my voice was a lawnmower refusing to turn

over, and my heart was a timpani drum

tuning up beneath the heat of another day,

and my eyes were the percussive sun

sounding off in the dawn,

and my legs were streets wrapped in leaves

of newspaper,

and my veins were the blue-pines shedding

their needles in the carpet, and my smiles were

picking the fragments of ornaments up

from the rug,

and my death wish was an orchestrated Dutch hymn.

And no one understood and

there was nothing good and

everyone understood.

And I dreamt that flowers grew the same color in every

city,

and Oregon burst like an artery

on valentine’s day, and metaphorical hearts

shouted Mountain Goats lyrics to high heaven,

and my literal heart howled loud

beneath the stethoscope and was not quiet

like the right side of my body.

And my body was a body again

and not a poet’s home where the stovetop never lit up

and nothing ever was warm again

and not even the poems passed as

bright enough for kindling.

And my lungs were a broken oxygen tank,

and I could barely whisper.

And my heart was an Oregon skyline,

and my throat was a wonderful strange chord,

and my city harmonized.

And my badge read I AM TIGHTLY BOUND

and my palm read TO NOTHING.

And my feet held onto me, and my legs

too, and my arms swung like a porch swing

with an older version of me sitting

cross-legged and watching,

and I stayed here.

I stayed here and

I was bound to nothing but my heart,

my heart like a lazy GPS,

my heart like a stethoscope quietly

eavesdropping on itself,

my heart like a North American skyline,

a Medford skyline,

a thousand people and storm-drains

and buildings,

but mostly sky

sagging like a clothes line.
There’s something sunk beneath my skin

which tells me to whisper and close

my eyes

and ignore the snow.

A blue chat bubble appears above

your head.

Across the street, a boy

throws a bottle in a paper bag

against a brick building

and the busy signal explodes from

his chest.

My brain fills with black

whirs.


We warble through the streets of NY,

our mouths dusty with air,

the fog so thick.

It’s like swallowing black and white

photographs,

holograms of open mouths and red

scarves and boots on stone

hanging against our lungs.

The powder blue falls

from the sky.

I look up and image construction workers

jumping off of buildings,

of receptionists throwing their ink-blotted

pages from the windows as

we pass,

a sort of delayed explosion.


We drink kracken straight from the

bottle,

and we believe we are magic.

We pretend to hold hands,

but we’re just cold.

Something about NY makes you

imagine yourself as a poet,

as if you were that girl

with the red wool scarf

that bleeds dye onto her neck and cheeks,

as if you were that boy

sweeping the film-covered streets,

as if you were that old woman

burning piles of hooker advertisements

in oil drums,

as if you were a magical blue mind

inside this gray-stone city,

raising each tower a brick

at a time, scaffolding the hotels,

winding the bedsheets together,

as if you could control the weather

so that it snowed on a day like today

so that it mattered,

so that it was cold

and you could invent a lover

to replace the black ooze you

pour into yourself.


I drink kracken straight from the

bottle.

Something in me makes me

close my eyes until the sky

burns red.

A yellow ghost hovers above my head.

When I touch myself at night,

it reveals a picture of you,

rotating as if by the breeze

of a slow ceiling fan.

Something reciprocate rustles in me.

Your second-hand kisses

hiss against my lips,

graze my teeth,

carried by the hot froth

of black liquor.

A ball of heat shoots to my calves,

rests for a while.

It melts my footprints

into the icy path,

leaving bare pavement,

leaving bare gray,

leaving me,

standing,

sipping whiskey in NY city

until my poet resurrects from

my skin.

We flicker like a camera shutter,

then we begin
The Terrific View From Inside
Written January 4 2015.

I think this is going to be the first poem in my new book. Thoughts?

"The Poet"has become a new motif this year; it (he??) has appeared in most of my poems this year (aka 9).

I'm writing a poem a day again, for a year. Hopefully this time I don't fall into a fog in July and forget my own name for a month.
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Accidentally lost 15 pounds this week. 

Happy almost New Year. 

Trying to decide if I want to get drunk with my friends, or stay with family and fill out fafsa.
  • Mood: Thrilled
  • Listening to: Grant Lee Phillips
  • Reading: old old old poems
  • Drinking: sparkling cider
I started work on my book today.

This is hopefully going to become a solid, print book at some point. 

I only have about 7 poems edited so far, but I'm going to try and get it done before

I go back to school in mid-January. Am I crazy?

Probably.

But it'll keep me busy,

and money is always good.

Plus, I mean, I want to publish a book. Fully publish.

With print copies that maybe some of you will buy. :)

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, loves!
  • Mood: Thrilled
  • Listening to: Grant Lee Phillips
  • Reading: old old old poems
  • Drinking: sparkling cider
Hey guys!!! Not my usual journal, and not my usual medium, but I have a hand-knitted TARDIS Shawl for sale on etsy. (Pattern by Kate Atherley, linked on the etsy page.) It’s made from Azul Malabrigo lace, which is basically a super soft super light-weight yarn. 100% Merino Wool. If you, or anyone you know, are a Whovian, I would appreciate it if you took a gander at it and perhaps even shared it with others. 

www.etsy.com/listing/218916293…

[[Pictured for your enjoyment: my mom's arms and my chin (and my freckle).]]

If you have any other geekery or knitted objects you would enjoy having, shoot me a note. I'm a nerd (who works part-time in her sister's knitting shop (and uses her sister's etsy shop)) and I make way too many things. If you'd like to see more designs, shoot me a note. I'm willing to come down on the price for this one (the TARDIS) if need be. And I would be happy to knit on commission, as long as you understand that college may inhibit the time-frame for completion.

All proceeds go towards my college tuition. :DDD I super appreciate you guys putting up with this post. 

Baaaaaaah. I didn't get my book completely finished, only about 25%, but I'm hoping I can continue to work on it during the beginning of this semester. Happy New Year to you all.

  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: The Mountain Goats
  • Reading: Wolf in White Van - John Darnielle
  • Watching: Downton Abbey
  • Playing: packing forever
  • Eating: moving forever
  • Drinking: back to college I go

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"I want the count down inside of me to stop being so precise; I want to jump to zero and back to infinity. I believe in infinity. It's my fatal flaw."
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Edited Jan 9, 2015   General Artist
hello there, lovely person! :huggle:
this is to inform you that i have made use of one of the titles in your poetry in my title poem over here: fav.me/d8d65gn :love:
i hope that this is alright with you, pray that you enjiy the read, and thank you for your inspirational artistry! :eager: <3
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fadedworlds Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you for the fav!  
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PsychoBeast Featured By Owner Oct 20, 2014
You inspire me so much, your works make me write, write write. If you ever need anyone to talk to, you can always msg me. (even though you dont know me :P)
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sense-and-stupidity Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you so much for this. I've kept from replying just so I can keep it in my inbox and look at it when I log on. One of my greatest wishes in life is to inspire other people, in whatever way. :) I'm glad you are writing and writing and writing; it's the only way to live, in my opinion. Have a splendid day, friend.
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Choque-Plumbeo Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
hey wanna read a play with me?
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sense-and-stupidity Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2014  Student Writer
Yes. Which and how and when?
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Choque-Plumbeo Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Its the King in yellow, part of it which i wrote, read it it's in my page, if you like it we'll talk about how. I'd like to record the voices to put the play together and i heard your voice and i really liked it, also i need a Cassilda and i hope you'll like it. As to when, im moving, so i can not until sunday.
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ithaswhatitisnt Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the fave! :tighthug:
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jimfleming Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2014
Thank you :)
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SoraIsMyHomeboy Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
hey, I haven't chatted with you in forever! how are you doing? :)
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