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sketches and thoughts of one Annie RushFriday, November 28, 2008
I wasn't even thinking that positive
Oddly enough, today ends on a note much more familiar than I have hummed in a week or more. (Drawing!)
On the topic of positive thinking (or not doing so intentionally, and still having things to smile about), two opportunities have come my way in the last two days. One is short term and you'll hear about that next week. One is longer term and more tentative. The latter involves trying my hand at screenprinting. Two exciting projects I don't want to jinx.
Here is a brief photo essay about the 30 hours I was gone. A few more in the Flickr set









In the interest of keeping things chronological, in this gap of time I wrote today's poem.
Some commentary below



More here at Flickr
The above poem is a high context daydream based on reality. Odd relationship with linebreaks in this one. I wish I could end that one line with "yesterday" and somehow indicate the possessive right before "memories". Or is that trite? What keeps me from shortening it to merely "yesterday" is sentimental attachment to the context that inspired the poem.
Last of all, a good old fashioned scannie:

On the topic of positive thinking (or not doing so intentionally, and still having things to smile about), two opportunities have come my way in the last two days. One is short term and you'll hear about that next week. One is longer term and more tentative. The latter involves trying my hand at screenprinting. Two exciting projects I don't want to jinx.
Here is a brief photo essay about the 30 hours I was gone. A few more in the Flickr set
In the interest of keeping things chronological, in this gap of time I wrote today's poem.
Foraging
Merlot in hand
I stumble
into the rain-soaked grove
guided in circles
by birdsong
I marvel
at fading remnants
of the citrus crop
when high heels
betray me
mud on flannel pants
chilly earth to skin
I abandon
my search for yesterday's
memories
I follow the rooster back
to pick up
where last night left off
Some commentary below
The above poem is a high context daydream based on reality. Odd relationship with linebreaks in this one. I wish I could end that one line with "yesterday" and somehow indicate the possessive right before "memories". Or is that trite? What keeps me from shortening it to merely "yesterday" is sentimental attachment to the context that inspired the poem.
Last of all, a good old fashioned scannie:

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