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April 1, 2015
[selected] Self Portrait: Cut the Feels
May 7, 2014 | 3:50 am Cut the feels pieces November 22, 2014 | 11:09 pm Amelia could hear her neighbor through the wall in a loud conversation, but one sided. Video chat, she thought, because her voice was raised but not in anger as if she were screaming into the phone. Amelia only got […]
March 26, 2015
Self Portrait: The Mouse Can[‘t] Hurt You
December 10, 2012 | 9:41 pm Lafleur –John Locke as Jesus lafleur saying waiting on him to come –time travel–can’t change it, God’s plan John omnipresent Has to die Timing how did he know October 11, 2014 | 3:13 am A mouse trumps almost any other problem. Any and all thoughts or prayers I have […]
March 23, 2015
[selected] Self Portrait: Chicken or Turkey
December 31, 2014 | 4:48 pm brainstorm a list of new material 7:30am-4:30pm every day December 2, 2014 | 8:15 am My body/exercise Work Money The apartment To-do lists Feeling overwhelmed and kind of lost Going through the motions Very little energy A lot of anger Feeling like I’m constantly failing Not living up to […]
March 21, 2015
A Self Portrait Continued: When Doors are Closed
___ Writer’s Note: This post is part of a larger series called, “Self-Portrait: [selected] Notes from my Phone.” It’s an experiment with honesty of sorts.Filed under: Translating Twenty-Five
March 19, 2015
Winter, We Need to Talk
Originally posted on Michelle Junot:
Dear Winter, The reds, oranges, and yellows of November are grey and blue and soft shades of brown because of you. It’s April now, and my sundresses sit in my closet still, waiting, while my sweaters stretch and move around me each day, uninterested in keeping their shape as I…
Dear Winter, The reds, oranges, and yellows of November are grey and blue and soft shades of brown because of you. It’s April now, and my sundresses sit in my closet still, waiting, while my sweaters stretch and move around me each day, uninterested in keeping their shape as I…
February 23, 2015
[selected] Notes from My Phone: We Have at Least 2 Sides
July 2, 2013 | 3:00pm Learning about Jesus and about Ballet as a child. Comes a time when Childish things have to be broken And that can be a painful process Girl using beer can to ice her swollen cheek November 30, 2013 | 10:02 am I thought our airport was small but at least […]
February 21, 2015
Self-Portrait: [selected] Notes from My Phone
On a plane in November, I found myself without a journal or an ink pen. Or maybe I had both of them in that they were in my book sack, but they were out of my reach at the time I needed them. And here’s why that’s important: I was forced to use my cell […]
December 10, 2014
Is it Nice to Meet You?
Day 262 | August 30 You opened your eyes today. Or rather, your eyes were opened for you. And when you looked around, when you examined the goings-on of your life, you realized that you don’t have a single thing to complain about. Not a single thing. There are things you want, sure. There are […]
December 5, 2014
The Making of An Appendix of Illustrations
Originally posted on Michelle Junot:
In May 2014, I published and the floor was always lava as a part of my final fulfillment of my Master in Fine Arts (MFA) degree. The other part of that project was what is known as the handmade element. This limited edition—the printed and published and the floor was…
In May 2014, I published and the floor was always lava as a part of my final fulfillment of my Master in Fine Arts (MFA) degree. The other part of that project was what is known as the handmade element. This limited edition—the printed and published and the floor was…
November 24, 2014
The Making of An Appendix of Illustrations
In May 2014, I published and the floor was always lava as a part of my final fulfillment of my Master in Fine Arts (MFA) degree. The other part of that project was what is known as the handmade element. This limited edition—the printed and published and the floor was always lava coupled with my […]
