Hey, guys! It’s been a super busy week with a lot going on! So I thought I’d do a little post to update you on what’s happening and I figured I’d also throw a few poems in here for ya as well. Enjoy! 🙂
First Things First…
The Etsy Store!
Many of you may remember last week I finally launched my Etsy store, Kat’s Curious Boutique! In addition to everything available when the store opened, I’ve also got some new paintings up for you to take a look at and buy if you’re so inclined. I’ve included a couple of the new ones below and will be adding some more later this evening. So pop on over there if you’re looking to spruce up your desk or wall with something spacey and/or magical!
Next We Have…
I’ve also now got my podcast up and running! It’s called Tales From the Other Side and each week, I’ll have a new episode where I read or tell you a spooky story (mostly ghost stories, but sometimes not). The first episode features Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Black Cat,” a story similar to “The Tell-Tale Heart” in its exploration of guilt and the psyche. Give it a listen and let me know what you think!
And Now That That’s Out of the Way…
As I mentioned the other week, I’m planning on getting together a book of poems to submit for publication somewhere before the end of the year. Here are a few rough drafts I’ve been working on and, as before, if you’re experienced with workshopping poetry, I welcome any constructive criticism you may have!
in knowing how stupid we are
self-deprecation seems dull
i’ve got a full tank
and miles of open highway
but i’m tethered to
fear of the unknown
it’s better to cross a line
than to stare at it the rest of your life
and even if he leaves you in las vegas
with no money and a broken axel
in the end it’s all worth it
(it’s all worth it)
to feel something
than nothing at all
day 32 of unemployment
does it smell
like garlic in here
or is that
the truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind
you know the sweetest winds,
they blow across the south
through spanish moss & misty morning magnolias
through fields of cotton and tobacco
gently swaying strange fruit
the sweetest winds blow cross the south
where hot blood runs thickest
where turmoil & strife fly rampant
with truth stuck in earth’s red clay
two steps up,
three steps back
so bless our damn hearts
on the wings of those sweet southern winds.
third eye eye sore
who are you to sell your soul, baby?
whose skin is on these bones?
i’m searching for a giant smile
hidden deep inside me
i’m searching for the answer to
“where is home?”
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