It was the best of times it was the worst of times

Ask me anything   I will constitute the field.

Hey followers!

Or whatever there’s left of you…

One of my poems is going to be published in an anthology entitled Laundry Lines Anthology, brought to you by Scissors and Spackle Press. It’s a compilation of poetry, artwork, and photography dedicated to illuminating the stories that come from the history of clothes and laundry lines throughout the ages (somewhat feminist anthology) and I am so thrilled I had to tell you! 

It comes out January 2013, if you’re interested in reading more here is the link: 

http://www.scissorsandspackle.com/submissions/laundry-lines-anthology/

— 1 year ago with 1 note
#moment of bragging  #just a moment 
finalalpsofheaven:

sorryyourheinous:

Frank Sinatra wearing his trademark hat.

looking adorable as usual.

This is Jack Lemmon, not Frank Sinatra. Get it together, film star blogs. 

finalalpsofheaven:

sorryyourheinous:

Frank Sinatra wearing his trademark hat.

looking adorable as usual.

This is Jack Lemmon, not Frank Sinatra. Get it together, film star blogs. 

(via summeromegadeth)

— 2 years ago with 29 notes
Sunday Thoughts

Waves of guilt are crossing the bands of my stomach muscle. How could the Brits lose footie to South Korea? This medication isn’t working for me. All of my old best female friends’ babies are looking like their fathers. Like looking at strangers. I could only run for seven minutes. I could only eat half of a bagel. I have ten pounds of poetry sitting on my bed. I’ve only been watching TV. I miss my dog. Where’s my other dog? Another wave. Del Potro is one hot Argentinian. Andy Murray is one lucky Scot. Scot! Flying the British Flag! Tricky. Another wave of guilt. I don’t know why. 

— 2 years ago with 1 note

this is a whispery post: I thought that getting psychological treatment and resolving my issues would render me without material for writing but I’ve become familar with so many writers and they all have psychologists. It’s a go. 

— 2 years ago with 2 notes
theparisreview:

“War is an uprooting experience—that’s at the very least what it is. It sends you to other places, puts you in other clothes, gives you another name and a serial number. And it also fills your head with doubts as to what the world will become, an accelerated sense of change. And then, of course, if you’re in a line-company it fills your ears with ‘Bang! Bang!’ and your heart with fear. And there’s all of this to be allayed as best one can. There are letters from home, or you can drink: There are all kinds of ways to forget how frightened and disoriented you are. But I think one of the best is to take pencil and paper—which is all you need, thank heavens, to be a poet and which makes it possible to practice poetry in a foxhole—and organize, not the whole of it, because of course you cannot put the world in order, but make some little pattern—make an experience. That is to say, jell things into an experience that will be a poem.
—Richard Wilbur, The Art of Poetry No. 22

theparisreview:

“War is an uprooting experience—that’s at the very least what it is. It sends you to other places, puts you in other clothes, gives you another name and a serial number. And it also fills your head with doubts as to what the world will become, an accelerated sense of change. And then, of course, if you’re in a line-company it fills your ears with ‘Bang! Bang!’ and your heart with fear. And there’s all of this to be allayed as best one can. There are letters from home, or you can drink: There are all kinds of ways to forget how frightened and disoriented you are. But I think one of the best is to take pencil and paper—which is all you need, thank heavens, to be a poet and which makes it possible to practice poetry in a foxhole—and organize, not the whole of it, because of course you cannot put the world in order, but make some little pattern—make an experience. That is to say, jell things into an experience that will be a poem.

Richard Wilbur, The Art of Poetry No. 22

— 2 years ago with 68 notes
#Richard Wilbur  #is hard to decipher sometimes  #this is pretty straightforward 
I just wrote the longest blogger post

It started out as just an FYI, and then became a river of words. 

Anyway, if anyone has any advice of applying to grad school, I’d love to hear it. I’d be applying towards A Masters of Fine Arts in Poetry. I’ve narrowed down the schools. I’m not taking the GRE. Basically, I need good recommendations and a solid statement of purpose. And I guess I’ll be applying to a lot of schools. 

Anyone wanna chime in?! 

I’m also here, where I wrote like I knew what I was talking about: 

kvmacc.blogspot.com

— 2 years ago with 1 note
#exploiting myself  #need help  #love you all