Category: When the sun shines inside
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Winners!
Check out the winners of Flash Mob 2013 here! I’m so stokedhonoredthrilledhighbeyondexcited to be a part of this! Sometime this summer “Dear, Phoenix” will be published in JMWW I can’t FUCKING wait! (sorry, Grandma – the cursing was absolutely necessary) —– Here’s a link to the story on my blog
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Ascent
The Van Blankenships had a pretty solid weekend. Pat and I climbed the tallest mountain in Arizona on Saturday: Humphrey’s Peak at 12,633 ft. This was quite possibly the hardest physical thing I have ever done. We started the hike at around 8,000 ft and climbed 4.8 miles across roots, boulders, lava rock, loose gravel.…
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Top 25! yeah, buddy!
I’m in the top 25 for the Flash Mob! hells yeah! There’s a bunch of anonymous excerpts on this page, but I don’t want to keep mine anonymous, so I’m going to tell you it’s THE FIRST ONE! yay!! Happy Fridizzle! Flash Mob 2013 Top 25 here
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Flash Fiction Mob 2013!
I’d tell you to go check out my work at the Flash Fiction Mob 2013, but it had to be a blog post to enter, so I ALREADY POSTED IT HERE and you’ve probably already read it =) But all the work is up there right now and it’s a pretty cool competition Claire told…
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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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No Rain on Me
A new exhibit at the MoMA in NYC lets you walk through the rain without getting wet. This is something I must do. Magic.
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Sunday Mexican Market, Phoenix
Balanced between banana leaves and Jamaica drying in bins like small, netted squids I remember the guts it took to kiss you. I was 18 years old not even drunk rushing up your neck like a little girl through summer sprinklers – my polka dot bathing suit instantly wet. What a rush. Hold my hand.…
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I can complain. And then I can't.
It’s official – our social life has died. Pat and I said goodbye to Alisha last night. I don’t really feel like writing about it other than to say that if she were here at work today we’d probably talk about how the 8th floor smells like spicy potatoes, how cold it is in NYC,…
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Where can I go?
This girl moves about every bone in my body. There aren’t that many artists anymore that I seriously cannot wait for their next album to come out, but Laura Marling is my zen and moves the shit out of me (not literally. Literally she moves something much prettier). Here’s her new single I’m not even…