November 6, 2009

Important notes!

Zine update: I sent some copies out already, and the rest will be going out early next week. I apologize for the delay, it’s taken me longer than I expected to draw on them, and I sold more than expected so I have to make more copies before I can finish the rest. I suspected the former would be an issue, which is why I specified a 1-2 week shipping time (for domestic orders). Thank you for your patience.♥

Exciting update: As some of you know, S. and I don’t live near each other, so this collaboration is configured entirely through e-communication. But! She is coming to visit me next week. We have a lot of fun things planned, hopefully some we’ll be able to share with you! This is a pretty vague and broad question, but do you have any ideas for things we can do to post/share? (Ex: Photo requests?) I think it would be really fun for us to do something somewhat interactive with you. We might even be working on a couple of things to put in the etsy shop. What do you think?

ETA by S.: If you want to order prints (especially those film ones!) this would definitely be the time to do it. Sunday and Monday I’m going to be in the darkroom so they’ll get done quickly. Also, if you want them not to be matted that is an option…we can figure out price discrepancies as they arise.

November 4, 2009
It’s just like the wayI never remember middle names,burn my coffee sixty-seven percentof the time, and occasionally treat you like you’re already dead.There’s more than one definition for“accident,” and sometimes I can’teven tell if it should be capitalized.I don’t mean it, but this isn’t the first timelimbs have gotten in the way. You wake up and then you wake me up,or I wake up and I wait for youto come out of sleep on your own.I don’t know if this is working anymore.You tell me you’re happyand your irises explode,blasting holes in the wallpaperand letting too much light in to see the furniture, or the door.These are the sort of storiesI dream about. Not you undergroundor in a city I can’t pronounce.Some days, we pretend so hardthat we break our ankles.I throw paint on some paperand you’ve stopped writing poems.

It’s just like the way
I never remember middle names,
burn my coffee sixty-seven percent
of the time, and occasionally
treat you like you’re already dead.
There’s more than one definition for
“accident,” and sometimes I can’t
even tell if it should be capitalized.
I don’t mean it,
but this isn’t the first time
limbs have gotten in the way.
You wake up and then you wake me up,
or I wake up and I wait for you
to come out of sleep on your own.

I don’t know if this is working anymore.

You tell me you’re happy
and your irises explode,
blasting holes in the wallpaper
and letting too much light in
to see the furniture, or the door.
These are the sort of stories
I dream about. Not you underground
or in a city I can’t pronounce.
Some days, we pretend so hard
that we break our ankles.
I throw paint on some paper
and you’ve stopped writing poems.

October 29, 2009
I still remember joy.

I still remember joy.

apologies

Apologies for the missing post Wednesday. Both of us lost track of the days and only realized what day it actually was when it was too late to make a worthwhile post. C. will be posting this week’s collaboration later today (Thursday).

-S.

October 21, 2009
Not entirely related to Just One Place, but I (C.) have created a zine. 25 poems consisting of revised pieces from Miniature Bridges, pieces pulled out of old journals, and ones written specifically for this zine. Hand-drawn cover (not shown here, each drawing will be different and in the medium(s) of my choosing — if you’re not familiar with my art, you can see my portfolio here), signed and hand-numbered.$6, which includes shipping to anywhere. You can buy it here.

Not entirely related to Just One Place, but I (C.) have created a zine.

25 poems consisting of revised pieces from Miniature Bridges, pieces pulled out of old journals, and ones written specifically for this zine. Hand-drawn cover (not shown here, each drawing will be different and in the medium(s) of my choosing — if you’re not familiar with my art, you can see my portfolio here), signed and hand-numbered.

$6, which includes shipping to anywhere. You can buy it here.