the archives

Tag: poetry

  • Oh Dear Gods, Why Am I Still Up?

    Site news, new sites, a makeover to my mom’s blog, coffee, insomnia, workaholism, NaNoWriMo, Literary+, Smoke and Shadows, bugs, boobs…you know. The usual.

  • Documentary Filmmaking is not for control freaks or cripples

    Last week I went up to Powell River, where I was supposed to film some things. Communication was sketchy that first week and I didn’t fully understand what I’d be doing until the end of the weekend — namely, a ten-minute documentary — but regardless, I got some good shots. A new camera was in…

  • Rainy Fall Friday

    I was walking home from my friend’s house (she gave me a partial ride home from school; we only live a block away) and in my alleyway a tree has shed its summer skin. There was a meadow made on the asphalt, all yellow, orange, red, brown. Leaves everywhere. Not dead, not alive — hovering…

  • 30 in 30: Day 16 (democracy has miles to go before we can sleep)

    Favourite Poem or Collection of Poetry This is a difficult one. I don’t have many favourite poems as I have favourite poets, and when I look at their works there are a few poems that jump out at me. So I have two. The first is by Langston Hughes. Democracy Democracy will not come Today,…

  • Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day….

    2009 was a fairly productive year, writing-wise. I finished Bellica, started and finished Snowbound, and started The Jade Star of Athering. I also wrote a few poems, published a book of poetry, and reached a total of 156,732 for my yearly word count. I didn’t make my goal of 200,000, but I’m not too concerned…

  • Poems

    In case you go looking for the second poem I mentioned in my last entry, it’s not up. I deleted it because I realized it needed more work and wasn’t ready for public consumption just yet. BSG was fucking phenomenal. That show has changed my life. I never thought I’d say that about a TV…

  • New Poems!

    I wrote two more poems today, bringing me a third of the way to my year’s goal. View can be read here, and my Hierophant meets my High Priestess: all bets called off is scheduled for tomorrow. I think I may put my most recent poems into glasstown as well; I need to add more…

  • The Muse smiles upon me

    Tonight I wrote the first poem I’ve penned in over a year.  (Link.) This simple fact makes me want to cry tears of joy.

  • show me your words

    So now that my weekly word-blogging has begun, perhaps some of you would like to start using those words? In a poem perhaps? You could speak of the bimarian quality of Canada (that word is next week, folks) or what is vanmost on your mind when you think of this Great White North. You could…

  • The Smell of Hope in the Morning

    We’ve come to the end of an era, my friends. Not a particularly lovely era. A dark age, to be precise. We’ve come through the night and a new day has dawned, bright and shining (and misty in Nanaimo) — a new day, and we can have hope again, because change has come.  He’s human,…