Tag: art
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#ThrowbackThursday
Woe, Be the Spider Woe, be the spider Who sits down beside her This warning I must give Whispered words, a last lament From the one who didn’t live: “Little Miss, what a twist Weaving lies to pass the day Flaunt innocent virtue To hide the real you; Pander for your prey. “Little…
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Lost Signal
Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt feels like a recurring theme for me lately, so I’ve decided to break the questions apart in order to inspect them each as personally and honestly as I can: Have you ever had extended writers’ block? What writer hasn’t? Okay, I know that’s not making it personal. So, the answer is yes. …
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Jet Skipping
Where is the one place you would never want to go on vacation that other people seem to love? I’m really not adverse to traveling anywhere, but for the sake of today’s prompt, I’ll admit that the first place that came to mind was New York. No offense to New Yorkers or people who absolutely…
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Leaving a Legacy
So, I’ve been absent a lot lately from the wonderful world of blogging. I’ve been in with the chiropractors dealing with a pinched nerve that has been causing severe pain in both of my hands, rendering them practically useless. A writer’s worst nightmare. During which time, I was battling against the deadline for The Zen…
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He Was
He was rickety jazz Blue smoke haze Disjointed hips Bohemian brimmed Fedora Finger slide phantasm The bilateral conjecture Dissipates My memory knew him Passion burnt night Paradoxical lingo Bracketed bourbon smile Sultry spotlight specter The billowing curtain Lingers… …He was rickety jazz ~A.C.M.
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Art Revival
I should be fired. Not from parenting this time, apparently – from writing. Did you not see my post about flunking English/Grammar? I apologize for any possible confusion to those who may have previously seen my artwork and are now staring at it, thinking “Um… that’s not what it said before.” These kind of things…
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A Long Hiatus
So, recently I’ve been more apt to grab a sketchpad to try and transfer my story-inspired ideas through charcoal (one of my favorite mediums) rather than ink, and it got me thinking: When was the last time I did this? I seriously cannot say. There used to be a time when you couldn’t catch me…
A.C. Melody 