“I don’t need blingetty-bling on my ass.” — From Women in Clothes by Sheila Heti, Heidi Julavits, Leanne Shapton & 639 Others My contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” Continue reading #SundaySentence
In a few days I’ll be closing this blog to make some changes. Every so often I get a bug up my butt and feel like shaking things up on the old blog, so there ya go. Some things I’m considering doing are: Changing the name from Zouxzoux to my name, Charlotte Hamrick. Making the first page static and having it be an “About” page. Making a page for photography. Hiding all the old poetry and only showing published work. Possibly keeping a page for miscellaneous blogging. I haven’t made up my mind on this yet. What do you think? … Continue reading Renovations
I’m sharing a little piece I wrote over on my other blog about some flash fiction I’ve recently read. I hope you’ll pop over and read it. Continue reading Hot Reads 8/31/14
“Too many people have become self-appointed privilege police, patrolling halls of discourse, ready to remind people of their privilege whether those people have denied that privilege or not.” — Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist My contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” Continue reading Sunday Sentence
Cool-ish is good enough in the dog days of August at 8:30 in the morning as I hose off the bamboo littered patio, anticipating my first sip of dark French roast and the pop of a fresh Georgia peach in my mouth. Dear Sunday morning, what is it about you that always starts out so hopeful? Continue reading Morning Meditation 8/10/14
You most likely need a thesaurus, a rudimentary grammar book, and a grip on reality. This latter means: there’s no free lunch. Writing is work. It’s also gambling. You don’t get a pension plan. Other people can help you a bit, but essentially you’re on your own. Nobody is making you do this: you chose it, so don’t whine. — Margaret Atwood Continue reading The Writing Life
“His heart was like gristle when she bit down but she just chewed and chewed and didn’t spit it out.” ~ “Put Your Wild Heart Between Her Teeth” From Every Kiss a War by Leesa Cross-Smith My contribution to David Abrams’ “Sunday Sentence” project in which participants share the best sentence read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.” Continue reading Sunday Sentence
Kick against the sun. The great generator, its spangles and chains. Belly into dusk the silence the still air the curve of trance. Let your shadow shimmy over the floor of the deep end. Mysterious. Cool. Like Jimi plucking steel strings with his teeth and spitting out stones. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online community where poets share their work and support each other. (image via) Continue reading the deep end
Water, condensed on the windows Like all the hopes in your gut that Never were released. Outside people Walk through the oppressiveness Intent on the busyness of their lives. A small flame flickers waiting To burn off the sludge. Continue reading Rise
