When we were young we learned that wild animals lived in the dark, preying upon us if we strayed too far from the light. Now, we are the wild animals, and the dark lives in us.
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In the graveyard
There are ghosts
That speak the language
Into their roots
In search of
I added a page to my blog that is basically an index of writers I love and literary spots where I like to hang out. If you’re looking for something/someone new to read or a place to submit your writing for publication, you should check it out. I will try to update it whenever I can. And of course, I am always open to your suggestions.
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When the storm hit I sank deeper into the sofa and watched lightning light the dark of the garden and flowering oak tree and the back porch. It was a sofa that held memory of things good and things best forgotten. There were blood brothers, once, and anniversaries. And there were blood brothers again, when the fire took her. And now there was nothing except the true darkness that comes when things go silent, and the lightning that gives pause to it.
(I’m not good at keeping up with this. sorry. things are moving. keep in touch.)
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Today, I am 28 years old. This past year I had four poems published, I remained at the same job I’ve had since the beginning of college, I watched my mother reunite with her husband after a two year separation, I made plans but ultimately failed at applying for graduate school, and I watched friends move away, get married, have children, and grow up.
I still eat way too much bad food, I still watch movies religiously, I still have the greatest desire to be a Jedi, or a wizard. I occasionally wear fake glasses to cover up the dark circles under my eyes. I get bullied at work, I drink Jameson and Canadian beer, and I dream about being a scientist even though I’ll probably keep pushing myself to be a writer.
I have the greatest desire to see my friends succeed and be happy. I sometimes forget about myself. I sometimes forget who I am, or what I’m doing, or that I’m me, in this body, and yet not really sure what any of it means.
Today is my birthday. I will intermittently see who makes note of it on Facebook, and wonder about the ones who don’t. And then wonder why I should care at all. And then hope that I still continue to care as much as I do. I’ll sit in my apartment with my cat and listen to The Police and eat chocolate and clementines and wait to go to work. And hope that this time next year I’ll have better things to say.
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Our WINTER/MAGIC issue is here! Interviews with artists Anna Dart and Franey Miller, model Rachel Trachtenburg, fashion blogger Laura Okita, actress Gloria Endres de Oliveira, and musician Charlotte Oleena. Articles on the Cottingley Fairies, Kamakura Snow Festival, and Lady Elliot Island. A cozy get-away with enough magic in its pages to keep you warm and dreaming this winter.
This issue is amazing and deserves way more attention! Spread the word guys?
Thistle does an excellent job putting their magazines together. Check it out.
Find my poem “The Summoning” in the latest (and apparently last) issue of WHOLE BEAST RAG. In case you wanted to read it on a different landscape very similar this landscape but slightly more professional and hip looking. Because you’re into that sort of thing.
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because why not.
Music video by David Bowie performing ”Heroes”. Taken from the album ‘Heroes’ Buy the David Bowie back catalogue on iTunes here: http://smarturl.it/bowieit…