Fiction
I added the photograph of Dax’s vintage suitcase puppet-set to my Etsy with a piece of fiction just now. Ta daaaaa!
When I get stuck, not being able to write, I often take my favorite photographs as inspiration pieces to write from- rarely anything but fiction comes from this, but often it draws from moments in reality, takes them into that strange little cinema in my head and animates them. This was an extreme version of that.
Yesterday my A-List hit the City Pages, and I stayed up a bit late, writing a really moody poem that requires a lot of work, but I feel like I want to play with it. As per usual, the poem is chock full of recurring symbolism, and is easily too dense and too in the language of my inner skull to work on stage, but I may try it anyway. I compete this coming Tuesday at Kieran’s, but I’m up against Khary, Wonder Dave, Cynthia, Shane Hawley, and Syd, so I’m not too hopeful of my chances.
