Posts tagged with "writings"
It’s one of those days.
The winds have ripped the warmth away.
One foot in front of the other, I go.
Carving my way as I lie dieing.
Trying to figure out worth—
For when, as I lie dieing.
In my heart it slowly blackens.
Tais toi ma coeur.
I feel nothing but shame.
Someone give me a hard goodbye.
The winds have ripped the warmth away.
My reflection stares me down.
I shudder in the dust,
and continue digging forward,
this trench that is my life—
—I the worm—
awaiting the mustard gas to bring sweet release.
Or better yet to be breakfast for some fine flying winged thing,
To lift me up aloft, that I might see beauty in the world before I pass away.
On I go, keep digging,
Keep digging to the sky.
The winds have ripped the warmth away,
and I blame it on the blood.
Ballad of the Grumpy Yoga Beginner.
Heya kiddlywinks, another article I wrote went live and it’d be super mondo awesome if you guys could give it a read and share it! :>
It’s about yoga and how I’m an angry person. 8D Enjoy!
Marriage, the Mystical Mystery. ~ Katrina Kunstmann
So I’m not gonna lie chittlins, I’ve been staying up past my bedtime to get work done and consequently I was really wiped out today and the page just wasn’t gelling, so at the advice of a wise cypriot, I took the day off.
WARHEAD will be returning tomorrow.
I DO however, have another article that went live on elephant journal!
It’s rather personal, so please give it a read and share/reblog! :>
At only 35 views, it needs some lovin!
Special shout out to tereghan in this article. ♥
And with that, BEDTIME
She’s Writing a Novel & Suffocating Her Life. ~ Katrina E. Kunstmann
Hey guys, the last article I wrote for elephant journal went live— this piece deals with the emotional fallout I had after I finished the infamous novel Cinder Bomb.
Please give it a read and share/spread/reblog!
And if you haven’t already, give my other article a read too! :> Let’s get these sexy beasts to 250 views! I know we can! :>
Comets in the Night: The Joys of Solitary Travel. ~ Katrina Kunstmann
I had forgotten what it feels like to be a comet flying through space, alone and unfettered by the confines of friends or significant others.
Hey guys, another article went live. :>
Please give it a go and reblog my scribblings, that I might get closer to my dreams. :>
ps— I wrote this at ComiCon, but shhh don’t tell anyone. :>
Bone-Shaking Tones in the Dead Zone. ~ Katrina Kuntsmann
Holy wow, thank you so much for all the views and reads! This really kept me going throughout the day and I cannot thank you enough.
BUT wait, there’s more!
Another article I wrote just went live! :>
This one is about my experiences in the dead/demilitarized zone in Cyprus.
Please give it a read and reblog/share! It would, again, mean a great deal to me.
I had an exhausting day with hospital shenanigans so I’ll see you all in the morning. :>
Finding My Backbone in a Torrent of Words. ~ Katrina Kunstmann
Hey everyone, my first article has gone live on elephant journal!
Please give it a read and leave a comment on the article if you are so moved to do so!
And above all, share, share, share! :>
It would mean the world to me if you did! <3
Also, give a nose around the rest of elephant journal if you have the time, they have some really interesting and wonderful articles up for grabs.
Keep your peepers open for articles from me on this site in the future, as these lovely people have been wonderful enough to publish my work.
My fine, fine compadres, I present to you, for the first time ever, the first hand written draft of Cinder Bomb, presented to you in six completely incomprehensible notebooks, clocking in at 980 in-contiguous pages, the infamous “FIN” laid down at the bottom of the final page at 8:30pm this evening.
From left to right, the books are as follows: Large green and blue notebook: notes and manuscript passages, small blue hard back: notes, second large green and blue notebook: notes, manuscript passages and the final chapter and a half of manuscript; first black note book: first book of manuscript, second black notebook: second book of manuscript, third black notebook: third book of manuscript.
fun fact: the song Mladek by Russian Circles was playing in my head as I wrote the final pages.
Now I get a few days off, till Monday, and then I climb back on the horse and begin typing and editing. I have nearly 980 pages to get digitized and tidied and re-written. Just cause it’s down and out of my head doesn’t mean that it won’t benefit from some serious polishing.
Sunday I also have to write a synopsis for a comic anthology I hope to be a part of.
My next few days are going to be filled with much exercising, chillaxing and a cold cider or two.
Other Life Achievements:
- Bought a new drawing tablet for $90, it’s a 12x9 from Monoprice. I have yet to try it out, but tomorrow is deliciously free.
— I have shingles.
Me: wondering if I should write about countries Ive never been to
Me: like in my novel
Lefteris: well, i guess sometimes its a necessity
Me: Or its an excuse for me to visit Iceland 8D
Lefteris: finish your book first and then you can visit iceland
Me: But but but RESEARCH D8
Lefteris: there you go xx
Seven Chapters to go! 8D
Seven chapters to go yo.
Seven mother fucking beautiful, terrifying chapters.
Tomorrow I workout [lifting, cardio, and core toning workout, I didn’t think I’d miss it but I do. I feel like I’m gaining weight, since I only did cardio today] and install another dripline, and since I give myself a day or two off from writing, I’ll prolly paint or sculpt tomorrow. :> Mmmm sculpting. I miss you.
March 24, 2013
If I die tonight, I pass without regrets, for today was among the those few days which I regard to be the best days of my life.
The way my life ought to be, the way I see it to be, the way I want it to be; vibrating in an electro fission crackle of creativity, an ease of expression, a smooth transition from spirit to paper.
Everyday may not be like this, will not be like this, and there will be other days just as fine and wondrous, yet today is unique in that it is the first day of how I imagine the rest of my life. I realize my life, my dream, is in fact my reality, and the realization that I am what I have worked towards, and continue to strive for, sweetens the colours of the sunset with a sugar more intoxicating and liberatingly alive with energy and clarity than ambrosia, mead or any number of the foods upon which the gods supp.
Today, I am truly content and at peace with my existence.
Tidelands of the Skies
Up here, where we live,
Up here, where we dwell,
Where the happy cackle of woodpeckers,
Resound over the black barked beauties,
Peppering our archipelago of hilltops,
The gentle protrusions of the mountains’ spine,
Clustered along the edge of the valley deep,
And that hazy blue miasma pool,
Stretching endless like the open sea,
Floating above the valley floor.
Our windswept shoreline, high above the ground below,
Battered by the blasting gales,
Cutting zephyrs rushing through the yellowed grass,
Rolling against the trees,
Breathing through their branches— echoing and resonant,
Like so many waves crashing against the sand,
Here in this land suspended between the zenith and the earth.
The clouds break over the mountains,
Waves of fog flowing down the valleys,
Foamy mists bubbling around peaks and ravines,
Submerging the rolling hillocks,
Beneath the sliding surface of the white waves,
Later to recede,
Bathing the landscape in fresh dew.
Cockled oak leaves skip across the asphalt,
At the whim of the whorling winds,
The empty shells of acorns skitter after,
Tumbleweeds wash up against the hillsides,
Granite boulders are smoothed,
By the ever constant jet streams,
Crossing and carving the land;
Our land, up here,
In this roost of ravens,
This home of hawks,
This bastion of between—
This tideland of the sky—
Where the dying light,
Stains the fraying strands of cirrostratus—
The unwinding buds of cumulus—
Vivid shades of intoxicating colours,
That fade into the night.
copyright 2013 Katrina E. Kunstmann