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[ TW: Sarcasm, and I am going to list some weird and occasionally TMI, medical symptoms I have, and a scary traumatic night in a hospital, but I am okay. ] screaming to the void Dear medical professionals, Who wants to play medical diagnosis guess-who with me?? Oh? Where are you all
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Dear inner children, I want to dissect, a bit, three of the most common phrases I used in my very early childhood. First, “Why?”, and then “…Because why?” I always enjoyed the six degrees of frustration and reflection this repeated question would trigger in adults. The eventual conclusion of either
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Dear struggling artists, Nothing stunts my ability to choose to create art (it is a choice!), than other, seemingly more important yet mundane things on my to-do list. I feel as though, always, there are more pressing things to do; a vicious cycle of never-ending tasks, all flagged high priority.
Dear Penpals, 💌 You are in for a little surprise this month… only a couple dozen of you read these letters or watch the videos; so you are first to hear the news! 🎥 here is the video version of this show and tell (not yet recorded! check back later!) first things
Dear Penpals, 💌 April and May have passed in the breeze— how heartening to know my words are out in the world now, thank you for all of your shockingly supportive comments and love, I am so glad to know those poems written alone have found hearth and home outside of
Dear Penpals, 💌 March passed quickly, and at last, my print runs have both arrived! I have updates; my books, new art, health, and Bicolline! 🎥 here is the video version of this show and tell— I have wonderful things to show you; but worry not, I include no spoilers for the
My first, ever, original relief cut imprint. "Clear Through the Trees" is an edition of seven. Two hand carved blocks; one linoleum linocut gradient sky and moon, one rubber-cut entangled tree branches, inked and pressed one after another to create this oil impression on paper. (Any remaining are
My Dearest Penpals! 💌 A warm thank you for your patience during the last two frigid months-- for so long, there has been no movement on my book of poems whatsoever; now predictably, everything is happening at once. A string of sunny days has little early blooms pushing through the soil,
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Dear fellow burgeoning art critics, Elevator music, hotel room art; the corporate pressure to create with selling in mind— the capitalization of expression! So I went into a new little art gallery yesterday. I pass it walking every day, and have been a bit curious since it opened, but never
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Dear Mothership, What are my pronouns? I am flattered by the need to refer to me at all, and I am not particularly fussed. For my own preference, I feel genderless, alien-like. I think a mix of neurodivergences meant I did not strongly ‘identify’ with gender. I often perform femininity,
The following is a playful introduction to writing poems in the Common Meter (or Metre or Measure), written in the common meter! Please enjoy, and share where you wish. Common Meter in Common Meter0:00/0:001× My dear adventurers, it’s me! My name is Aimee Wood. Today let’
Apologies; the formatting broke while I moved my website. Parts of this packing list were 2024 Magpie Guild specific, but I hope keeping this list up can help others come to Bicolline prepared. Bonne Bataille! * The date this packing list was last updated will be visible at the top. Magpie