Author: rachelvb
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Good Art Day!
New video poem and a photo published. Check it out here Everyone gets free gum courtesy of moi! I’m leaving today for a wedding in Pennsylvania. We’ve been looking forward to this wedding since we left Pennsylvania, so needless to say I’m pretty excited. We’ll be gone the whole week. WHEEEEEEEE! (whenever I do that…
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"Love Story" Video Poem
Love Story from Rachel Van Blankenship on Vimeo. This is my first attempt at a video poem sans Claire. So hopefully as I do more, I’ll get better and HOPEFULLY I’ll get a real camera someday instead of having to use my phone, but this’ll do. I’m finding myself taking random little videos for no…
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Bastards
I had a dream last night a poet said “I know just what to do with your writing…” and that’s where the memory fades. Mysteries are never easy Dreams are never answers, but seeds. Too often I wake from sleep’s marathon unsure of the miles I’ve tracked my back aches, my knees, my heart Why…
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Tumblr
I’m trying out a new tumblr blog/site. Here I’m going to see if this is easier to post with via my phone, Facebook, all that good social media crap *I mean amazing technology stuff* Let me know if you hate it. It seems harder to comment on stuff. is it? I sort of have no…
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Say: writing
Take your pen, light it like a cigarette, brace it between your fingertips say: Writing is proof I am not alone, proof I am not standing outside so many closed doors for nothing proof even my voice is a torch sometimes, hope chimes on the porch sometimes, even wind smells like home.
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The real Dorothy and Toto
My parents’ house was 8 miles west of the tornado. 8 miles. And in between the super cell and our front door is the nursery where my mom got her oak trees, the sonic where she introduced me to their god-sent onion rings, the grocery store where she complained once (being the recent Californian transplant…
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Phoenix
Dear —, This is my view from the library. The windows protect me like a ribcage, the books my spine. I am the organs inside, but not the heart. My heart has always been a kite floating unprotected from my body. I’m still un-centered. I think the notion of being centered is a cop-out. Like…