Thursday, October 15, 2015

Title of my page This is where my page content will go.

Learning to code (This will be republished multiple times)

Test Page This is my awesome HTML/CSS code.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Instead of writing..


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...I have been doing other things: hanging out with cool kids, co-solving summer puzzles, making model rockets, and coming up with different ways to use projection images. I'm really into projection images right now.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

A Sonnet for Katrina

My superhero is not super strong,
yet she frees consciousness from padlocked minds.
A fastened, vaulted fear of being wrong
has no place for the brilliance that’s been mined.

My heroine is not a wealthy one,
but how she shares her time, her voice, her love,
she’s owed an endless shining from the sun—
gives freely without promise from above.

Once my hero came, she made me whole.
My autonomic rev up has not hindered.
She’s made a timeless imprint on my soul
with comfort scents of apple, sage and ginger.

Into her speckled neck, I nestle near,
and stitch our capes together without fear.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Oops

Oops!
I guess I stopped posting.
It's been a fun year. **shrug**

Creative Goals for this year:
1. Finish the Kirin poem edits and submit for publication
2. Finish editing the Revel in Red novel
3. Write the first draft of another project that I'm working on with a friend (can't tell, ha ha)
4. Compete in a few ad campaign contests (with my BAMFcreative team and Robotic Heart)
5. Get back to blogging so I can more easily track the progress of my work
6. Write a play to submit to the Marble Puzzle Festival
7. Give more of my money away to people who need it more
8. Take more creative risks at work. (Put forward that aggressive copy line that I would have crossed out in the past)

Happy New Year.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

The Illiterate Poet

Just another writing exercise to track my progress...

A glimmer. Just a glimmer,
but I was promised more.
The reflection of car lights invade my ceiling.
Light patterns cross over my hands,
past my head, and then flicker away
leaving me in the dark once again.
I grasp at nothing, but to appease you
I continue to grasp
as if I've been led to decipher life's meaning from an illiterate poet.