Call Back Tomorrow - by Vera There it is spewed over the desk, papers and sticky notes and adjectives, all chasing each other in parabolic paths so she can congeal it mold it soothe it before deadline into a novel.
I'm not touchin it! Marco says that Brianna says that her brother got stank up by that bug, and I don't know what it's real name is but it's for sure a real stink bug.
If you touch it it lifts up its butt and sprays you like Presto's gang did with the fire hydrant last summer, only stinkier, Marco says, stink like burning tires and dog puke.
Careful! It's walking this way!
Sure is big. And shiny black like someone's been buffin him. Like Sancho does on his duelly.
Kind of pretty.
Well, I don't know if it's for sure that bug like Marco says, but I'm not chancin it.
So her dad asked me to come over, right? and lay some block with him.
And I don't know anything about laying concrete block, but it's Lorna's dad, right?
So I am saying yes without thinking, and we plan for today and I borrow leather gloves from DeVito and I'm pretty on top of it all, because I get to spend the day around Lorna, working and helping her dad.
But when I drive up, he tells me Lorna's upstate for the weekend with her older sister.
And then he sends me home, right? to change into jeans instead of shorts.
Discovering a Character's Voice with Poems and Photography
Voices come to me when I see a snapshot. In my off-guard moment of grasping an image, any ol' character might push through to yak at me, jumping into the photo itself or pointing at the scenery from my train of thought.
"One at a time, one at a time!" I yell over the din. They can get unruly.
In this blog I am giving those voices a chance to be heard, whether it is a character I am working on, or anyone else needing to share their opinion. The photography is mine; the poetry is in a character's voice.
Please leave a comment if you have an epiphany (or hear voices) of your own!