Jul 7, 2017
For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
virginia woolf, the waves
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For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
virginia woolf, the waves
June Updates
This is a post that will be updated daily with my writing progress. I’m hoping it will keep me focused, but also keep you informed on the various projects that I’m working on.
June 17, 2017
Updated my pacemaker.press plans for all projects
Made notes meeting w/ producer for La Compagnie + reader
Worked on part 1 of prophecy for Deathless
but who am i, really, who am i to look at what you call sex and compare it to what i call sex, even if it is our sex
c.rowan, gardens to breathe in, threesome
“Where are your parents?” “We don’t have parents,” Apollo lied and also didn’t lie. His shoulders squared around the sudden truth and falseness of this statement. It seemed to fit him evenly, the duality of what he’d suddenly shifted into. Henri paused, if only to close the journal tenderly, then grinned, though not at the twins. He was looking at the tall one, the one with hair like the moon. “That’s the problem with Gods, isn’t it? Spend their lives warring with one another, and the children are left to done the discarded pieces of trauma.”
c.rowan, deathless
i found a blue coat among the half grey twist in the sand where you left. yeah you left it just there twisted into shards of glass, little bits of driftwood, you probably wanted me. to find it there, didn't you, bring it back, folded probably. always wanted your little pieces, didn't you? folded, neat, stacked like, whatever. you wanted it. that's what matters, you wanted me. to give it to you, no bring it to you, present it to you, gift it back as if i'd been the one. to steal it first.
c.rowan, “i found a blue coat among the half grey twist in the sand” - gardens to breath in
December Updates
Because I’ve been in an absolute slump for about four months & I feel as though I need to set myself straight. Check out below for some minor updates from the previous months.
July-Dec, 2017
Deathless was put on pause while I re-outline.
Have 20 poems finished/reviewed/in-review for Gardens to Breathe In
Complete overhaul/rewrite of La Compagnie, which has been sent to the producer
Draft 1 of Lonely Where We Are has been sent to the producer, considering a feature piece instead of a short
Also currently directing a short film titled Marked, though our last three days have been postponed to the end of January.
July Updates
Daily updates for my projects.
July 1-3, 2017
Wrote 1,000 words for Deathless
Wrote two poems for Gardens to Breathe In
Title Change!
I’ve Seen has been retitled to Lonely Where We Are. To see previously tagged I’ve Seen material, click here!