I met D. because of b.org, but not until after Buffy was gone.
It's like, in the middle of all this, I'm paranoid that you'll think I don't like poetry.
Buffy ,'Empty Places'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Pix - Jun 04, 2006 9:45:10 pm PDT #6994 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
sj - Jun 05, 2006 7:18:14 am PDT #6995 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Sneaking in one more Comfort foods drabble.
Food is memory. French toast is Saturday morning cartoons at Nana and Papa’s house. Chinese food is hiding in the halls during a drama club meeting, trying to avoid the janitor seeing that we brought food into the school and him threatening to expel us for doing so. Del’s frozen lemonade is summer in a paper cup. Pizza is laughing and eating too much with friends after a long day of school. Mornings smell like a cup of freshly brewed tea. Family gatherings smell of coffee and anisette. Elderflower presse tastes like England and gelato of Italy. Pasta is love.
P.M. Marc - Jun 05, 2006 7:28:22 am PDT #6996 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Allyson, do you have a piece that serves as a real companion to your Safe Harbor from Ann Arbor piece? A full flesh out of your Escape to L.A.?
Because I've found myself wondering about that. It shows up in drips and dabs in other essays, but I still want to know how you did it.
deborah grabien - Jun 05, 2006 7:42:45 am PDT #6997 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
sj owns this drabble topic.
SailAweigh - Jun 05, 2006 7:44:53 am PDT #6998 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
sj owns this drabble topic.
Indeed she does! And I'm going to just sit back and enjoy it.
sj - Jun 05, 2006 8:05:52 am PDT #6999 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, deb and Sail. This topic keeps whispering things in my ear, and I am trying to quiet the demons that popped up yesterday when I was going through my old journals. The ones that keep saying, "You're a lousy writer. You never could write, and you never will be able to write."
erikaj - Jun 05, 2006 8:10:46 am PDT #7000 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
oh! K-Fucked!(KFKD) Thanks, Anne Lamott, for the name for the thing almost all writers know.
Topic!Cindy - Jun 05, 2006 8:25:35 am PDT #7001 of 10001
What is even happening?
Allyson, do you have a piece that serves as a real companion to your Safe Harbor from Ann Arbor piece? A full flesh out of your Escape to L.A.?
Because I've found myself wondering about that. It shows up in drips and dabs in other essays, but I still want to know how you did it.
Seconded.
Steph L. - Jun 05, 2006 11:42:56 am PDT #7002 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
New drabble topic!
Challenge #111 (comfort food) is now closed.
Challenge #112 is poetry. I *don't* mean that you should write a poem (though you may) -- rather, drabble *about* poetry, for whatever definition(s) of "poetry" you might embrace.
Typo Boy - Jun 05, 2006 12:25:16 pm PDT #7003 of 10001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Daffynition
Images swirling
Thoughts unfurling
Rhythm flowing
Cadence growing
Emotions singing,
echoing, ringing
Symbols layered
clashing, wayward.
Words in heady mixtures
worth a thousand pictures.
In small , a whole world explore,
Or what else is a meta for?
Art for art’s sake: ignore the reader?
No, for heard melodies are sweeter.
Else as you fill up your reams,
Each strangled melody silently screams
As it rots inside the drawer
never to see a different shore.
Speak or whisper, murmur or shout
Flame, ice, peat, or winds pout
All of this in one endeavor
Glimpsed for an instant, then captured forever