If you have not checked out TheSilentPoet’s 28 poems in 28 days, you really should. She has a lovely way with twisting fairy tales.
haikujaguar has posted another Three Micahs article, on agility. These are great, informative, and fun articles on art as a small business, generally a business of one.
ysabetwordsmith has posted an interesting link discussing whether or not a writer is a brand. As I contemplate branding myself with my logo rather literally, I find this interesting.
Speaking of interesting, cool, and Micah, check on this interview
and, to end the people-are-awesome portion of my linkage,
tybarbary has a really cool set of links in this week’s Things I Learned This Week post.
ysabetwordsmith‘s Poetry Fishbowl is coming next week! 3/1/11, and the theme is!! “Things With Wings.” !!
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Sam’s Point Nature Preserve, near Ellentown NY; that’s me & our friends abjuk & E.Mc in the photo, taken by T. (the Sam of the Point was an ancestor of Abjuk’s)
This was one of the hottest days I can remember this past summer; we (Abjuk, E.Mc, T., and I) did a craft fest in Rhinbeck and then hiked this – the ice caves were absolutely wonderful after the heat.
Weeks are based on our rotation. They’re nice.
Stories with tendays bother me almost as much as stories with candlemarks and smeeps.
But calling a (for instance) 9-day span a week seems ripe for confusion.
(not smeep, that’s different)
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From ysabetwordsmith‘s prompt/invitation: you are cordially invited to play with either of my urban fantasy poetic series, Monster House or the Psychic Photographer:
This is a riff off of her Monster House series, which you should really, really read.
It was Melody’s idea to leave cream out.
We were living in one of those broken-down used-to-be-nice old houses in CollegeTown, sharing a three-bedroom place with four other people, and our stuff was vanishing. We confronted the worst of the roommates, but his beer-sodden answer was to blame “that freaking fraggle.” We chalked that up as Worse Excuse Ever, until a late-night return caught the little imp (the so-called fraggle, not Joe) in Melody’s underwear drawer. A little internet searching and some library time later, and we’d invested in a little cream and set a flea-market saucer in the coolest windowsill.
Our stuff stopped disappearing overnight, and the cream was gone every morning. What’s more, stuff started coming back; Melody’s underwear, my signed guitar picks, the goblet from our first year together; when we saw the imp – boggart, our studies suggested – it looked fat and happy. When we moved, amongst our stuff was enough of our roommates’ trinkets to make up the back rent they all owed us.
We keep putting out cream. It was another small and harmless eccentricity in our collection of such oddities we treasured, souvenirs of our life together. With the new place, we’ve taken to leaving out oatmeal and honey for the brownie in the kitchen, too.
Hey, some people collect shot glasses.
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“At about 24 square feet, the Gypsy Junker, made primarily out of shipping pallets, castoff storm windows and a neighbor’s discarded kitchen cabinets, is the largest of Mr. Diedricksen’s backyard structures.
Link via eseme, who is familiar with my obsession with teeny, tiny homes