turns out my husband hates poetry. Huh.
well, 'spose that's why i have a blog.
is there is someone out there actually reading all this tripe i'm writing? Hello?
i guess i'd like to think, in the most narcissistic corner of my little heart that someone reads, and possibly doesn't even think it's all complete crap.
i'll probably keep up with this, at least until the blogger gods decide to destroy my little space here. even if the only person who gets anything out of it is myself.. and of course you, Katie.
welcome friends
just in case i kill my computer, and my flash drive gets stuck in between the seat and door of my car... again. also, for people to read.
This is my creative writing page, if you're looking for the Einfeldt Family blog go here ---> http://einfeldtisforawesome.blogspot.com/
This is my creative writing page, if you're looking for the Einfeldt Family blog go here ---> http://einfeldtisforawesome.blogspot.com/
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Just a warning
I've been very much into lists lately. I'm feeling list-y
So, expect more of those. Besides, they are fun to edit. I can write them in Excel, and then move them all around. it's like a puzzle, or a choose your own adventure. i'm not sure which.
So, expect more of those. Besides, they are fun to edit. I can write them in Excel, and then move them all around. it's like a puzzle, or a choose your own adventure. i'm not sure which.
Friday, November 7, 2008
The Same Dream
He gives me a funny look.
I don't know there are holes in my smile
lifting my hand to my mouth, i spit 4 teeth
like stale halloween candy.
"excuse me please" i say, and rummage through my gym bag on the floor
in a vain attempt to find some glue.
I feel the wiggle and the weight with my tongue.
one more has fallen
I take the palmful of teeth and shove them in my pocket,
and continue with my tap dance audition
In an empty store
on the second floor of the South Towne Mall
I don't know there are holes in my smile
lifting my hand to my mouth, i spit 4 teeth
like stale halloween candy.
"excuse me please" i say, and rummage through my gym bag on the floor
in a vain attempt to find some glue.
I feel the wiggle and the weight with my tongue.
one more has fallen
I take the palmful of teeth and shove them in my pocket,
and continue with my tap dance audition
In an empty store
on the second floor of the South Towne Mall
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
One Paragraph
She deliberately did not look in the mirror as she walked into the bathroom. Lately she had been getting a little too wrapped up in identifying herself with a particular character she was reading. She had enough sense to know that she would be severely disappointed to look in the mirror and see something other than a beautiful brunette with chocolate eyes of immeasurable depth. So she kept her eyes fixed on the the thick film of soap bubbles as they swirled with the water down the drain. She couldn't handle frizzy hair and freckles today.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
it's like a notebook... only it lives in a computer.
Names to remember. Sailor, Boston, Ulysses.
*i bought a bag of skittles.
emptied the bag onto the table
put the colors in the right order
purple red orange yellow green
too bad there was no blue.
i ate them in even numbers
till there were exactly two of each
and gave elliot the rest.
*i bought a bag of skittles.
emptied the bag onto the table
put the colors in the right order
purple red orange yellow green
too bad there was no blue.
i ate them in even numbers
till there were exactly two of each
and gave elliot the rest.
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