Sep 10

Voël - Conflict

While Tamasha's brother is away, he becomes severly ill with a waterborne illness. This crisis shatters the remainder of Tamasha's sense of familial harmony, a want and value, as well as her unacknowledged envy of his travels which has prevented her from fully feeling his absence. Through her grief, her consciousness is transported to Voël, an alternate world reflecting her ideals, where she learns to embrace a flawed and uncertain world, and find hope within it. 
Sep 03

Marble Doves Can't Fly



Your salt and pepper purled carpets
smelled of sultry dandelion fluff,
the sun illuminating the cinnamon-brown
lincon-log blocks resting on the dove-threaded swells.
(Is there peace in a metric rectangle, perched on the clashing seas?)

The bark-brown seeds would take to their feathers
as we kicked through their sunny fluff,
I’d see the full-seeded flower heads as a globe
where the equidistant inhabitants raised their wizened brows in triumph.
(How long ago did you realize the world could never be that sage?)

The dandelions are stitched 
into the foreground of my memory,
though even then I knew why the fences wore black arrows:
the stones in this meadow were graves.
(Did you know any of the dead, or are you searching again for kinder strangers?)

We searched for the most distant date, 
one eights, one sevens, last two digits trailing,
Aug 15

Voël - First Lines

I was honestly a bit confused by the instructions for this challenge. I'm going to go ahead and do it for the story that I'm writing. I understand that writing first lines for a completely different story is a good exercise, but I'm a bit behind on this workshop and honestly don't have the time. FYI, the writing in bold is the one I decided to run with. Also, I'll say ahead of time this'll be a pretty rough, I'm not a speed writer. I actually added two minutes to compensate for the difficulty I had getting the italics to work, and my slow typing. Any feedback on this or my previous couple workshop pieces would be greatly appreciated, as I'm feeling a little lost with this. Thanks!

We were arguing, as most parents and teens do, but it was because I want to learn something. Seriously?

Hmmm, silky goldenrod? The mixture on my palate looked more like chunky mustard.
Aug 14

Manifesto of the Muse

(Response to the challenge Titles: Create a poem using only the titles of books near you. Write it in seven minutes.)

I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN,
THE THRONE OF FIRE,
20,000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA.

NAVIGATING EARLY
THE BURNING MAZE,
VISITORS
JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.

PATHFINDER:
The Mouse with the Question Mark Tail
The Cucumber King
The Lost Track of Time
The Running Dream.

Under the Egg,
THE SERPENT’S SHADOW,
A PART OF THE SKY,
THE BOOK OF DUST:

The MYSTIC TRAVELOGUES.

counting by 7s,
Mary Oliver’s Devotions
ECHO
THE HIDDEN ORACLE.

#sos18
Aug 12

Voël (tentative title) - Settings

(Photo Credit: Pixabay, various contributors)

Setting 1: Washington D.C. USA, Earth -Summer of 2016

Tamasha lives with her mother, father and brother (though he is away for most of the story on a gap year trip around South East Asia) in Washington D.C. the capitol of the United States of America, in the Shaw neighborhood of D.C. ,  known for it’s ethnic diversity and emphasis on intellectual and cultural progress. Their family lives in one of the small Victorian style homes typical of that area.

Both she and her brother occasionally visit the Adams Morgan area, known for it’s entertainment and arts scene. Her brother is interested mainly in the restaurants and galleries, which she occasionly visits with him, but Tamasha is later drawn to the area for the musical venues and stores.
Aug 05

Voël (tentative title) Deeper Character Development

I did a lot of the physique/personality description and hobbies etc. of the characters for the first challenge, so I'm going to bypass those for this post and instead go into some of their deeper motivations. I describe only the human characters here because Tamasha's friend and mentor on Voël are representations of qualities, even those of specific characters, on earth, and primarily help her develop, rather than developing themselves.

Tamasha (Protagonist)
Values: freedom, personal expression, peace, understanding
Bad habits: procrastination, ignoring problems, leaving the room abrutly without explanation, working alone for hours without taking breaks
Jul 27

Voël (tentative title) Story Idea


Genre: Science Fantasy (has strong elements of both)

Setting:
Place - 1. Washington DC, primarily the Shaw and Adams Morgan neighborhoods, USA, Earth
2. Voël - alternate world that is a reflection of Tamasha's ideal world/wishes. It is very different from earth, one of the most noticable differences being it's gravity, or lack of. Instead, it has a has a mid-strength repulsion of objects, similar to that between the same poles of two magnets.This strange phenomenon results in incredible adaptions of it's life forms, and peculior weather patterns.
Time - summer of 2016
Social Climate - progressive yet oppresive, politically charged, on the edge of desperation/resignation

Protagonist
Name: Tamasha - Swahili, meaning "concerto - a large, complex piece of music composed for one instrument(s) accompanied by an orchestra"
Age: 17
Species: Homo Sapiens
Pronouns: She/Her
DOB: May 8, 1999
Jul 25

Sparking Memory



Distorted photo taken by moving the smart phone camera rapidly over the objects while in panarama mode, forcing it to stich together disjointed images to creat this one. I then drastically increased the exposure and decreased the vibrancy (along with some other minor adjustments) to give the image a glaring, dreamlike quality. 

two opposing magnets
one having wrenched it's
pole to the flipping point
found non-repelled in a Box
Jul 23

Our Star-Spangled Foot Print

2007 CE
the year US annual carbon dioxide 
emissions peaked at
7.37 billion tons
-544 million tons of
potential exponential renewables
and recession
derived decrease in industry
over the next 7 years

As of 2016, 
one american = 4,600 pounds 
of carbon annually.
Population of the land of the Free
(ly cooking themselves in their breath):
323,130,000.

4,600 x 323.13 million pounds
 of satellite-computerized
frigidly air-conditioned shiny black SUVs
fueled by the blood of the earth
Jul 21

A Comment A Day Keeps Writer's Block Away


​(Sorry this is a day late, I've been a bit busy recently, (yesterday was my birthaday) and didn't have the time/energy/remember to post this till now)
Jul 17

Song Decoder

We usually appreciate music for it’s rhythm, melody, or beat. However, most writers (and others) would agree that the best music also has capturing, complex, even symbolic lyrics. Similar to literature, these lyrics are interpreted differently by every listener.

What do you hear? Take the lyrics from a favorite song (or any song) and write a poetic or prose  translation. What do these lyrics mean to you? Do you draw from personal experiences in your appreciation of them? What mental images do the lyrics invoke? How does the instrumental portion of the song influence your interpretation of the lyrics?

Remember to list the song title, album, if applicable, and credit the artist. 
Jul 16

Behind the Title

Titles are important - they should catch a reader’s interest, introduce the piece, and describe it in just a few words. Therefore, the process for deciding on a title can be complex. 

Tell us your process. Pick a title from one of your pieces, and tell us about it in a poem or story. What do you associate with this title? How does it relate to the piece it introduces? Is there a separate story about the title itself?
 
Jul 09

The Swineherds Tale: A Rebellious Epic

An apology: I just realized that a word in the second stanza was mistyped as a word relating to an individual of a certain religous group, which can sometimes be viewed as disrespectful. I sincerely apoligize for any discomfort or offense this accident may have caused, none was intended. If you as a reader ever find something in my writing offensive, please let me know, as that is far from my intentions. It is important to me to respect all those who respect others. 

Crowned with olive branches,
the tangy scent of oil still clinging to their leaves,
the elders, cloud robed and faced,
gathered in meeting.

One rose,
as if to appoint himself
the central jewel in a tarnished crown,
but was intercepted by a hurled pig’s tail

Which lodged itself
between the twisted ruddy lip framing his mouth.
The storm clouds of Zeus himself