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…
i was talking to myself about this earlier today, and then i wrote an email to someone about this (and about other things but i won’t talk about the other things) and i really want it to be true because otherwise death is terrifying. i want death to be like stars dying, not exploding their matter and energy and essence and soul into the universe in every direction and then, after a time, all of the messy little bits re-combine to form something new. it really makes me want to believe in the soul and how, when we die, it just goes off like a little wisp of light and heat and searches aimlessly for the messy little bits that went away for a while. maybe not aimlessly. maybe it knows where to go. maybe our consciousness sits dormant within our soul while it searches for us.
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I’m not even a gamer but I would play this so hard.
and you would get sorted an junk and it would be great
Isn’t this secretly what we all wanted Pottermore to be?
Okay so my mind started rolling with this and omfg okay just hear me out
So like it starts of sort of like Sims and Skyrim, okay. You get your owl and you go do your shopping for stuff for Hogwarts, but you don’t get to see your character just yet. When you get to Hogwarts and your sorting ceremony, you get to customise how they look and what sort of traits they have. After you customise all that, you get sorted via a quiz (sort of like Pottermore) and it rolls with that and you get sorted.
Through the game, you get to study magic (obvious) and you have adventures and stuff where you have to make decisions. These decisions later decide what your Patronus and Animagus will be, as well as what your fear is for you Boggart (though this could also possibly be decided on when you’re making your character idk whatever).
So during the summer holidays, you have adventures in the Muggle world (depending on what your blood status is, which could be decided randomly) if you’re Muggle-born. If you’re Pure-Blooded, you have adventures in the wizarding world. If you’re Half-Blooded, you can do both. But here’s the thing, if you spend more time in the Muggle world, you get more information on going on’s in the Muggle world, and same goes for the Wizarding world if you spend more time in the Wizarding world. And after a period of time, like maybe in your fourth year?, you can get papers and news from whichever world you’re not in most often. And your knowledge of the events of the world, both Wizarding and Muggle alike, can factor into the gameplay somehow.
And then in your Fifth and Seventh years, you have your O.W.L.s and your N.E.W.T.s, and these factor into what career choices you’ll have later on as well. So like if you score high in Herbology and Potions, you’d have career options like Healer, Herbologist, and Potion Master.
AND THEN THE WORLD BECOMES YOURS. YOU CAN CONTINUE RELATIONSHIPS YOU HAD IN HOGWARTS AFTERWARDS, OR YOU CAN MEET NEW PEOPLE, OR WHATEVER. AND THEN IT JUST BECOMES THIS HUGE SANDBOX OF FUN AND WONDERMENT.
YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL MIND
YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!!!
CAN THIS BE A THING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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I once knew a girl from North Carolina who rode horses. We would talk late into the night when it rained, and she would sing about the end of the world. And then she cut her hair, and she cut her horse’s hair, and she cut the hair of her unborn niece, and her dead father, and she moved to California where the rain never falls, and we spoke about how the world had ended and what it cost us. And I learned that I could never be sweet enough to keep her from leaving my heart.
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