BFtP: i used to have this schoolgirl fantasy...

| Sunday, August 30, 2009
Blast From the Past - This is a poem I wrote while in college. It was published in my university's literary magazine, zaum. Very special snowflake, I know.


We are abducted by aliens
tiny red and violet monkey-cats
with curious eyes and saturnine souls
probing us kindly as we shiver
naked and frightened as any caged thing.

They speak with their minds; we scream at the noise
until our voice breaks at last and we must listen
quiver lips tinged blue and unfocused gaze
fade out to the feel of soft paw pad touch
we slip under quietly.

The world goes black; white
as we wake to a mansion cell with a dozen rooms
moving portraits of our childhood pinned for us to see
your gap-toothed smile, water running in your eyes
my cornsilk locks over shoulders covered in pink satin.

The futuristic refrigerator is filled
with Ahi tuna and string cheese
we gorge ourselves out of confusion
venture outside to find we’re caught
in Eden under a bubble.

We draw patterns in the mica lake-sand
speak very little; we never knew each other well
until the day we realize we’re all we have
the day we fall into each other to spend the years
counting freckles and learning to play the harp.

A hundred years pass
and the bright flash wakes me to find
it was all in the blink of an eye.
I imagine it was a dream
at least until you called to say

Remember that time we grew old together?
| Friday, August 28, 2009
Let's get floundering, eh?

Submission season for literary magazines is upon me, with nothing to show for it. I had every intention of having several pieces ready to start sending out, and nada. I'm stuck. I'm not practicing, I'm not writing. I start a story, and then run away screaming almost immediately. What the crap is my problem. SNAP OUT OF IT.

So that's very exciting. I think maybe I've lost my youthful cockiness (because at 25, I am incredibly ancient, oh yes). In college, I banged out poems and prose left and right, always to glowing praise from my various ego-stroking peers and professors. Now I'm a few years removed from that environment, and I realize that the REAL WORLD (TM) probably doesn't think I'm such a shining star. My ego is shaking in its boots a little. Probably with good reason, but that doesn't mean I don't need to get the hell over it and take a dive.

/whiny emobag

Hm. New blog. Maybe I should write a rundown of myself or something? That'll shut the ego-monster up for a minute.

- English degree, Creative Writing emphasis. No one around here has one of those, I'm sure.
- Schlub programmer for Big Name Printing Company
- Misplaced Californian currently residing in the Midwest
- Horrible speller. Victim of the dreaded "creative spelling" curriculum.
- Fond of fantasy, sci-fi, and mystery
- Addicted to alliteration, annoyingly enough
- Very prone to parenthesized asides (much like this)
- Also fond of lists
- Forum addict
- Insert witty phrase here

Etc., etc.

and in the beginning there was this chickadee

... who thought she had something interesting to say. Really, she just likes attention.

One more aspiring writer for the doldrums of the internet to swallow. This blog will develop as it will, but at present I mean to use it as... you know, a blog. A sounding board of whatever I decide is interesting enough to spew about. I may post old poetry and excerpts of work, we'll see. If I do, criticism is welcome as long as it's constructive (because that's how we grooooooow!). If it's some form of "Lawl wow u sux hard," it'll get an eyeroll and a pass. I have four brothers, I've become immune ;)

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