July 2010
12 posts
First Monologue Assignment
Monologue: It’s not what it seemed; not what I expected (this was the prompt)
Scene opens onto a girl writing a letter. She sits cross legged on her bed, hunched over a notebook. She’s crying.
The Letter reads:
You told me we would be together when you came home. You looked into my eyes that last night on the rock and you made a promise to me. How else was I supposed to feel? I couldn’t tell you...
Mantra Poetry Assignment: Grandpa
People should feel sorry for Grandpa
He can barely walk, all those back surgeries
The pancreatic cancer ate his insides, but he wouldn’t die
He sat inside his mobile home with the wood paneling and asked why we bothered visiting.
Poor old man who pretends he doesn’t have a son
Grandpa testified against his own son, his son was innocent
Grandpa emigrated from England at age 17 and still has the...
Why Don't they sell Kimonos at the Corner Store?
The following is a poem I wrote after 45 minutes of required solitude this morning:
2 Butts Discarded
Leftover Tobacco, Wasted.
I would have Smoked them Gratefully to the Filter.
Are they Biodegradable?
A 3 Letter Word Associated with Spiders.
Coating the Shrubbery, Flyaway Strands: Tickling, Frightening.
Glinting like Transparent Fish Scales in Mid-morning Light.
Snails Cling to Bags of...
The Happiest Place on Earth? (Memoir assignment...
My family used to go to Disneyland once every five years. The last time we went it was 2005, and when it was over we knew we could never go back.
Uncle Walt came with us, he’s our redheaded friend from Santa Rosa and yes we did realize the Walt Disney name irony. I love him dearly but he is a bad influence on my father.
By 3:00 in the afternoon we had ridden all but two rides. Dad and Walt...
Prose Block Abstraction
In my core class we did this exercise called accordion writing where we wrote down 6 sentences and cut them down until they was only one word left. My word was disillusionment, and my assignment was to write 3 prose blocks exploring the abstraction.
Here is the third one:
The most recognizable form of disillusionment is that of a relationship. [Name Omitted] left for college last September. We...
My Parents First Date
For my Memoir to Metaphor class my homework assaignment was to describe our parents first date, and to “show not tell”. Another piece of advice from the instructor was to “Go Buckwild”. (Which only made me think about The Flavor of Love, Flavor Flave’s reality show.)
Its Columbus Day weekend 1985. Glen Luscombe had just arrived in Thousand Oaks on holiday from his...
Wednesday, first "Zay Day"
On Wednesday the whole creative writing department meets in this theater called The Bijou (which reminds me of Bijou Phillips, and the whole time I’m in there I just have Almost Famous quotes running through my mind). Anyways we were separated into groups and were told to create our own society in four hours and present a skit to the department.
Here’s my groups script (We won first...
Danny Plotnick is my new hero →
He held a film screening today! My favorite was I, Socky. 2nd fave was Pillow Talk. 3rd fave was Skate witches because it reminded me of my favorite cousin Erin.
Anyways if you appreciate obscure cinema check out his films!
Memory of a Room, Monday's Assaignment
[Name Omitted], my first love, my best friend, my ex, and now just “The Shrew”; has a bedroom that radiates forbidden energy. I’ve only been invited inside 4 times, which is just enough to burn its image into my memory forever.
In the right hand corner of the room is his queen sized bed, just long enough to fit all 6 feet 4 inches of him. My perspective is taken from the left...
Prose Blocks from February
Fear:
I could hear his barbaric feet tramping up the stairs, a bottle of Jack in hand; soon he would turn the corner. I stared at my wooden dresser. I had used my last bits of strength to push it up against my door that was without a lock. He was beating against it with his calloused hands; soon he would peel away the paint and eventually the wood along with it. I bit my quivering lips to stifle...
A Peculiar Incident
This is the poem that I submitted to CSSSA back in February:
A Peculiar Incident
I once stumbled upon an avian tornado
A brooding avocado orchard was spitting ravens up in tens
This cluster of ebony wings was turning on an axis
Their black glistening plumage attracted my attention instantaneously
What could the Raven’s be up to?
Mourning a lost comrade?
Celebrating a victory of war…
An omen, a...
